<strong> Vivienne Laure Chevalier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=39841.msg1986273#msg1986273)</strong><br/><br/>The angels where singing or at least this day felt like angels where singing... of course anytime the tall redhead made an entrance the angles where singing. Anyone looking... and of course most of the people on the docks where... might first notice a pair of legs that seemed to go on for miles. With each step she took in a pair of shiny black 3 inch stiletto pumps it looked like she glided over the wooden planks rather than touch them. The annoying click that normally associated shoes of this type was even absent.<br/><br/>Perhaps their eyes might be attracted to the shocking shade of red that made the color of her of her hair. It was deep red like a wine but brighter. The wind caressed her hair as if it were blowing for her alone, moving her hair alluringly to uncover her barely contained bust, then her pale shoulders and finally her long slender neck. Vivieanne inhaled deeply not seeming to notice that it brought attention back to those generous orbs that the black balconette bra struggled to contain. Truly she didn't notice, her body was never a concern for her. Instead she was enjoying the smell of the salt in the air and the warmth of the sun on her barely clad body.<br/><br/>Her emerald green eyes took in all the gathering students on the docks. Adults not terribly younger than herself getting ready to face the world much as she did 16 years ago. Her 'higher eduction'  was the real world and what she pursued herself, but when the French woman set her sights on something she always achieved her goal.<br/><br/>A bewitching smile curved on her full lips as she glided up the gang plank. The wind flirted with her dangerously low set black skirt that left no doubt to the imaginoation that she could not be wearing underwear. Though there were glimpses of a high part of her thigh here and there, everything that should have been private remained private.<br/><br/>Perhaps the most unusual thing about this woman was that nothing seemed to be usual. With her various tattoos and many (but tasteful piercings) she looked more like a rebellious student than a teacher. But then again she wasn't taking a job at an usual school.