Isabelle sipped at her wineglass.
The fine silk of her dress brushed against her skin, soft and cool in the warm evening air. She felt the fabric move around her, clinging to her body and accentuating her curves.
She wore a strapless dress, her breasts barely contained within the tight bodice, the hem falling just short of indecent. Not for any special occasion; she'd simply spotted it in her dresser today and picked it as a change of pace.
It did feel good to wear it, though. Perhaps she ought to start incorporating more daring fashion into her daily wear?
The hour was quite late already, though, and there were none around to witness her dress - not to appreciate nor to be scandalized.
The moon hung full in the sky overhead, shining down on her like a beacon. Its light illuminated the vast garden before her, casting shadows throughout the flowers and plants scattered around.
