Visual Dare #6
She waited in the shadow of her portrait, impatiently twisting the ridiculous skirt that draped down her legs, heart pounding against the patterned bodice as a flickering light approached.
Lifting her dark eyes she couldn’t help but rise at his predatory smile, returning it with triumph as he failed to recognise her. A slight nod to the steward and she was beckoned forth to follow coyly after his suave tread.
Replacing any trepidation with adrenaline she was determined to unveil any secrets this man might hold. Or welcome him with a steely caress she smirked, the blade of her stiletto knife cold against her thigh as she closed the door behind them.
Another dare I was in doubt of,