With the warmer weather came longer nights. And while she could stay in her office and work, she didn’t want to. She had been feeling this need to get out, to try and open herself up more. Make connections, if possible.
And what better place than the local car show. Where people could come park their cars and show them off. Exchange information, ask questions or whatever else they felt like. It had been a bust for her in the past, but, maybe tonight would be different. Maybe there would be someone who caught her eye who saw her for who she was, and not the Prince of Sacramento. Probably not, but hell, she wanted to get out. Would she be recognized? Maybe. It depended if the criminal underworld was coming out this evening. And who knows, maybe she’d find a new face to work with.
For her look she went with her favorite material, leather. Clad in black, the skirt a modest length, yet short enough to show off tattoos all over her legs and reaching underneath the skirt. The fabric shirt sat a little high, hinting at the ink continuing across her toned stomach. Her lips were a deep blood red, her long dark hair down, her even had a healthy glow. Still pale, but very much alive and warm.
The Savage leaned against the side of her car. A very well cared for 1970 Gran Torino. The paint job like it was fresh off the line, the leather on the inside immaculate. This was a well loved and cared for car.