A black leather mini dress that clung to every curve. Fishnet stockings. Combat boots that went up to her knees. Her wine-red hair was wild and loose, and she had dark makeup that made her look like she could either seduce me or murder me, possibly both at the same time.
She looked up when we entered, and her purple eyes raked over me with an intensity that made my mouth go dry.
"You're three minutes late," she said, but there was no bite in it. Just heat.
Sarah made that dying animal sound again.
"Oh. My. God." She turned to Iris. "You said they were pretty. You didn't say they were illegal."
Harlow giggled and bounced over to us. "You must be Sarah! I love your outfit! Where did you get those platforms?"
"Depop!" Sarah squeaked. "But oh my god, where did you get that dress? You look like an angel who decided to be bad!"
"Harlow designed it herself," Vivienne said, standing with an elegance that looked effortless. "She has considerable talent."
