<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Storm: Heroics through paperwork</span><br/><hr/><br/>The dress she had worn for most of the day now neatly put away in her room upstairs. She needed to be dressed for work. A simple white bodysuit covered her form from her neck all the way down to her feet. The tight fitting garment left little to the imagination. She was coming fully into womanhood, her breasts had taken on size, shape and heft as the tight fitting white garment clung to them exposing the soft curve of their lines. She was above average in endowment, though not so overly-large as to look completely out of place on her long, lean figure.<br/><br/>Her legs where almost impossibly long which was easy to see as she stood beside a rather simple desk in the sparsely decorated office which looks as if several people used it depending on the need. An elegant draped cape split up the middle mingles with the impossibly long locks of stark white hair which fall from her scalp. She was easily recognizable as the girl who attempted to stop the large brawl before it even began, unsuccessfully.<br/><br/>She turns her vibrant blue eyes towards the doorway as a figure approaches.<br/><br/><strong>"Come in, please."</strong>She calls out in her baritone, and powerful sounding voice.