Some girls have it, some girls don't. It was Miss Charlotte Lofty's job to know exactly what it is and to have it at all times. With a sashay of her hips and a consciously evasive bit of posturing she entered the ballroom with just the right amount of sizzle to her stage-left entry as she liked. Delightfully understated with enough sizzle to attract all the attention her ego could manage - and it could handle a lot.
What was it about gold that suited her so? The scalloped fringes of her dress played with each step as she tasted the pride that laid like thick syrup about the room. It was wonderful to be in the presence of so many people indulging themselves - and stroking their own egos with their goody-good deeds.
Coyly she batted her lashes at some while playfully inflating their precious little senses of self. There would be many embarassing overreaching efforts this evening, how spectacular. She had just the song in mind if the microphone should come her way - Give it as only you can, such a touching little ditty.