Aileen had a little hop in her booted step as she entered the costume ball. People often thought she was convservative, that she wouldn't be dressed in something revealing, but that wasn't the case at all. She simply separated her personal and working lives. She liked it that way. Just like she liked her phenomenal, extremely authentic looking Wonder Woman costume. She had it all. From the tiara and bracers, the boots, the outfit and the cape, she embodied Wonder Woman. Well, except for the pesky blond part. She refused to wear a wig so instead had her blond hair curled to mimic Wonder Woman.
As she sauntered through the room, her lasso bouncing at her hip, she thanked Amelia, a friend who did costuming for a community theatre and anime cosplaying. She knew she looked great, but opted to wear the nude tights to enchance her legs, rather than point out the fact that no woman was immune from gravity and the pesky cellulite that seemed to plague her upper thighs. With a smile she decided it was time to get a drink. She headed over and found a seat at the bar deciding something strong was certainly in order. Celebratory, she told herself