<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/81/60/748160424ffdc5f4afa9ee035dbc4504.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Francesca Paulina Dominguez<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Charity Gala<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Delilah, Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><hr/>Francesca had chosen a long flowing black and white dress to wear to the gala.   How it is cut did not allow her wear a bra, bustier or chemise underneath.  In truth the only thing she wore under the dress is a silk lace g-string.   Adding stockings and a garter belt would have been too much. The dress and heels belong more on a runway or red carpet event then a high society gala event.  However,  Francesca had enough of high society being of noble blood.  She has more then her fair share of beautiful dresses for such a gala.   Yet she had chosen this to wear.   The dress clings to her yet has play that its length ripples and swirls when she moves.<br/><br/>The sound of her best friend and roommate causes her to turn her attention from the room.  As she look towards Delilah.  Who indeed had worn a formal ball room dress for the gala.  An she looked absolutely beautiful.   There is no doubt that her friend would be quickly auctioned off and would command a large sum for the charity.   As the words of her friend penetrated the thoughts flowing through her mind.   Francesca smiled and shook her head softly.<br/><br/>"Delilah they can't help it.  Your absolutely beautiful.   Relax your going to draw so much attention.   An your going to bring in a lot of money for the charity.  Just be yourself, your gorgeous in that dress they cannot help themselves."<br/><br/>After softly whispering into Delilah ear.  Francesca pulled back.   A slow spreading grin flowed across her face.  As her friend got a refill and has the poor tender discombobulated, flustered with such a beautiful woman.<br/><br/>What Francesca did not realize is she equally was drawing attention.  She was pure sin in the room.  The dark fantasy that is forbidden and elusive.  The dress she chose too wear only accentuated this fact.   She order herself a glass of red wine.   A Cabernet Sauvignon<br/>a ultra-premium from winemaker Kristina van Löben Sels.  Its fruit dark berry and lush plum.  That is sensual in all phases, aroma, look and taste.   The wine glass and the wine within gives her the appearance as if she were Eve in the garden of Eden with the forbidden apple.   It is her favorite drink.   Not because of how it looked to others.  But how it made her feel.  It made her feel sexy, sensual a woman alive.<br/><br/>The poor tender is in a state, mesmerized for all practical purposes.    He should have checked her ID.   For she is but nineteen years old.  Yet since she was seventeen and had begun to fill out into her womanhood.   Men regardless of age, place and position became enthralled around her.  Forgetting the simplest things and allowing her to go into clubs,  bars and even galas and not once be questioned if she was of legal drinking age.<br/><br/>A nod is given as Delilah moves off to look around the room.   Leaving Francesca to the attention of the potbelly male that Delilah had been so put off by.    She flash the man a smile.  It is a invitation for him to slide closer to her.    He is not her type, but she would be friendly and attentive to him in conversation.   At the same time keeping him skillfully at a distance.   She was here for a purpose, to find a new source of money.   Her parents had cut her off.  Trying to force her obedience.    More then that force her to accept her fate.   A fate without love.   She would not give herself up without love.    Was it wrong of her to be here.   The charity was for a good purpose.  Yet she had took it for two reasons one she was getting money.   Not much $500.00 to be auctioned off to spend twenty fours with some unknown guy.   Was this such a good idea.  She needed the money they both did.   Yet Di had been right, her ideas have not been so great like the speed dating one.   That had been a fiasco that had been, well funny in truth.<br/><br/>Surprisingly the beer gut male drooling over her is drawn away.   For there are professional sharks in the gala.  Women who worked as escorts,  who moved with confidence and were not looking for love.   Looking for nothing more then to offer themselves up as a commodity for money.    What was she doing here.   The thought comes to her as she lifts the glass of wine and takes a sip.<br/><br/>Not realizing that such act with the wine is pure sin to those that view the scene.<br/><br/>