Queen of the night

She steps into a long scarlet dress that clings to every curve. The cut runs bold and deep, leaving little to the imagination. The fabric hugs her hips, then flares at the ankle with a slit that climbs high. At home, she moves barefoot across cool tile. In clubs, lights slide over the crimson silk. She feels the hem brush her thighs and smiles. In that dress, she commands every glance.