“Pink isn’t just a color it’s an Attitude too!”
She paused at the door a moment, waiting for them to look up and notice that she was there. It was one of those moments where the chatter of the voices reduces almost imperceptibly, and then suddenly there is silence.
She had taken a risk, she supposed, with her selection of lingerie. It was loud, louder than he usually liked her to wear, but she wanted to make a statement tonight. She felt that it said something. She had chosen the usual stockings and heels, but the strength of the colour would indicate to him that she was ready to for some fun.
She was not going to be sultry and silent. She was going to be vibrant and confident, but still honour the respect she had for him and his desire that she please him in this way. She would not blend and wait. She would mingle, laughing and enjoying the company of the men, the pink of her slip matching her lips and nails and hinting at the promise of the rosiness which lay beneath.