WHO: Heather Kessler and Mick St. John
WHERE: In front of the apartments, then the opera
WHEN: Tuesday Night
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Complete

She was wearing what she considered to be proper for the opera - a black cocktail dress with a warm shawl over top. Lady Heather was not particularly nervous - she worked with men on a regular basis and was (she liked to think) fairly good at reading exactly what they wanted.

Even if Mick was expecting a real date, she was confident she could let the man down easily. She stepped out onto the street a minute before seven and glanced around briefly before falling back to linger next to the door, arms crossed over her chest. Heather made eye contact with nearly every person, man or woman, who walked by. It was a habit, but it was also a way of subtly asserting her power.

And she did so love her power.