outfit sans shades
Agonized was, hmm, a dramatic overstatement. It hadn't caused him any pain, emotional turmoil, merely proven a subject for careful consideration. Initial impulse was the tried and true black on white, but it struck as somewhat, oh, boring. He'd met the domina before and so needn't concern himself with first impressions, but rather must display a certain appeal. A manicured presentation to suggest her social engagements would be more interesting and enjoyable were he involved.
So it was Billy found himself making the short jaunt from vehicle to front door, adorned in dark and rich shades of indigo and violet. Something memorable without being garishly eye-catching.
Quite apart from the anticipation of seeing Elena again and faint anxiety over how he might be received by Catrina, he was eager to see the interior of the building. Museums and their ilk were, perhaps stereotypically, a great draw for him. The history of them and modern perception of that history were unrelentingly fascinating. Yet he'd never treated himself to a visit here, as it had seemed a touch gauche to parade himself around after electing not to join. Hopefully by now enough time had passed that it was no matter.
Oh, and here was the first of the lovely ladies he was to see tonight. The one for whom his fondness went undiluted by power dynamics and disquieting uncertainty. No, time with Elena had been pleasant yet scarce enough that she evoked only
delighted uncertainty.
"Oh heavens, a divinely mythical guardian at the gates," he offered as greeting, expression all shock and awe beyond the crinkling near his eyes.
"Must I solve a riddle to gain entry? How might I win your favor?"Then again, dramatic overstatement were at times Billy's merry standard.