Fast Forward to Evening
Stepping out of the elevator, Reese feigned an air of indifference as she strode across the lobby in the outift she had picked up with agency funds, fighting from cringing inwardly at being seen in such a dress. The dress was just slightly over the top, and deliberately so, with just a little too much cleavage, a little too much leg and a little too pink to be truly classy. The sort of dress that celebrity magazines bemoan as 'trashy', not because of each individual part of the dress, but combined they gave the impression of one trying just a little too hard. The naivette of a social innocent thrust into the spotlight.
OOC: Imagine the dress as something you can see Paris Hilton or Pamela Anderson wearing
Carefully walking across the lobby, Reese glanced down at the pink heels picked to match her dress and far too high for any sensible woman to wear, making sure that she didn't stumble in them. As she went through the automatic doors, Reese hailed a taxi and caught sight of the long false nails she had attached earlier and painted in a similarly gaudy shade of pink.
Carefully stepping off the kerb onto the cobbles that constituted the driveway, Reese manouvered herself into the vehicle, ensuring that she neither exposed herself by taking too large a step, or leaning forward too far. This was neither the time nor the place for it. Taking refuge in the silk wrap, once more the same pinkish hue, Reese felt her necklace tickle the skin of her chest, the pink beeds dangling low to accentuate the cut of the dress.
Settled in the seat, Reese avoided eye contact with the driver, sure he was either going to mock her or ogle her and simply said pleasantly, "The Sapphire Exhibition Centre please."
Putting on her game face in the back, Reese silently reminds herself, "Dangle the bait, but never give it to them."