Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44540575-20200122044640/@comment-44540575-20200123132236

(Thank you!)

(I'm going to use this to practice descriptive writing. Lol)

Roslyn grinned and sighed. She snapped to herself some clothes: an admiral blue dress and a pair of black dress shoes. She dropped the boots off next to her chair, took one last look at Cian, and wandered into the bathroom to get changed. The waistline of the dress came up slighter higher than her hips. The top part was shaped like a halter top, and had flowers the same shade of admiral blue embroidered all over it. The flowers trailed down the dress about a third of the way down the skirt, increasing in sparsity until they seemed to fade away. She put on a silk slip, and the tulle of the skirt seemed to ripple down. The skirt was near ankle-length, and swished just above the floor when she walked. (Ooh. Fancy.) She went to the mirror and rebraided her hair before walking back into the room to put on her shoes.