Unlike humans, Katherine had a nifty little trick called compulsion that always kept her closet stopped with today's high end fashion designers. What she managed to "buy" would leave most people dirt poor within a day, but vampires had no human restraints. One look in her eyes, one smile and touch on the hand and someone would buy her whatever she wanted or desired. Mostly, she would go into the dressing room, try it on, step out, and they would give it to her because it just looked so "right" on her. Tonight's outfit, while a combination of many things, was all rather expensive. The dangerously short leather skirt was real leather and so was the short leather jacket. Her heels were Jimmy Choo all the way and her top was pulled off one of the store racks here. She'd done her hair up in curls like always. She wore no jewelry save for the charm bracelet hanging on her wrist, protecting her from sunlight.
"Thank you," she replied with a smile. Unlike most expressions Katherine wore-except for maybe disgust-the smile was oddly genuine. Men said she was pretty all the time, compulsion or none, but Dean looked at her like she was the only thing on the planet. The heat in his gaze was real and hot enough that Katherine swore it scorched her skin. A small giggle slipped past her lips at the bow he gave. "Look at you. Treating me all like a princess," she replied in a teasing tone. If he knew everything she had ever done, he would be reaching for a stake instead of the door handle to his Impala. How she sacrificed for herself and no one else. How inhuman she had managed to become over her 500 years and the switch all vampires had inside, the switch that in her case was always on off for emotions. Except now. Now, she felt the ice cracking and melting around her dead, silent heart. What was it about him that made her feel almost...human?
Smoothing her skirt, she slipped inside, but didn't bother with the seat belt. If she went flying through the windshield, it wouldn't matter. Katherine could not die from normal human ways. Her chocolate eyes watched him walk around to the driver side and she bit her lip. It was going to be hard. She wanted to rip it off him the moment she laid eyes on him tonight, but no, she would be good or try at least. No rules, remember? When he was inside, Katherine kicked off her heels and scooted over on the seat until she was as close to him as she could be. Her feet curled up on the seat and much like some silly teenage girl-which she actually was-played her head on his shoulder, her manicured fingers slipping on to his thigh.
"Maybe I'll just go barefoot. No tight," she replied with a mischievous grin.