She had to laugh at how Vivian described her outfit. Holding a foot out and showing off the stiletto, “Yes, it might come as a shock but I do own shoes other than boots.” That might actually surprise some people. But at within her dead heart, she was still a girl. Not as feminine as others, but she had her times.
“It was a late night find that seemed like it would be fun. Had it for a little while in the back of my closet and decided, why the hell not wear it.” Plus it was club attire and hid her injury, which was a huge reason she picked it.
An eyebrow quirked, “Well, finding a club to party in is always a good start.” And then the comment about whips and fuzzy handcuffs makes her laugh, “Hate to disappoint you, but this is the wrong club for those things. If you wanted that, I’d recommend The Asylum, those would be the perfect accessory.” Though she thinks he’d get quite the show there, maybe more than he’d bargain for.
She watches him study Alice, suddenly feeling protective of her Coterie Mate. Though she knew full well the Seneschal could handle her own, so she says nothing. And then Vivian captures his attention, which was to be expected. She was a captivating and enticing woman.
“Well James, I’m Sophia. This pale beauty is Alice and the enticing stunner is Vivian.” If either of them had other names they used, no one told her.
Her eyes then go over what he was wearing before shrugging, “I have no idea if you are under-dressed. I usually frequent dive bars, so I don’t know.” And who the hell cares anyways? It’ll be dark in there and people will be drunk, what you were wearing wasn’t an issue.