Maddy, Gabe, Open
A 5'5" woman quietly appeared next to him. Newly strawberry-blonde hair had been tamed into waves and her eyes were lined all the way around in dramatic make-up. Her top was sheer with just enough brilliant, floral embroidery to make her street-legal and her black skirt was practically an afterthought. The heels of her red shoes would kill a weaker person.
Having Googled Beltane for ideas of what to expect and wear at the celebration, Maddy discovered it had much to do with fire, flowers, and fertility, which provided inspiration for the aesthetic.
Cupping a hand around her mouth, she called out in a pleasant, customer-service voice, "Would the owner of a blue Porsche with no cupholders please step outside? Your lights are on."
She tapped Gabe's shoulder with the petals of an orange Gerbera daisy.