A trickling jazz tune bubbled away from a live piano in some unseen corner.  Glasses and silverwear could be heard clinking admist the scores of conversations, and bustle of doting waitstaff tending to the patrons in the tredy upscale restraunt.  She had looked it up on yelp even before agreeing and was glad she did ... even a nice version of her teacher apparel would have been woefully inadequate.<br/><br/>As it was she had borrowed a cocktail dress from a friend.  It turned out to be very stylish replica of a herve leger.  It was a deep burgendy halter dress that tied behind her neck and left her back exposed, not allowing for a bra.  The front plunged down to right beneath the base of her breasts.  The sides clung to her lithe figure and the hem fell to just above her knee.  Her friend was actually genuinely irked at how well it fit someone other than her herself.  A pair of black 4" opentoed strappy heels, a little black clutch style purse, and a little gold necklace with a small cross completed the outfit.<br/><br/>Her legs were freshly shaved, and her hair was pulled back into one of those high ponytails that kim kardashian had brought back into sytle.  Truthfully she was more than a little bit anxious about the outfit, seeing every flaw.  She was a beautiful young woman who truthfully didn't know she was beautiful.  And Akbar was as imtimidating as he was captivatingly handsome.  He looked as young as she actually was, blessed with a lean physique and boyish good looks he had a casual way about him as if the weight of things were merely effortless.<br/><br/>She had excused herself from the table, placing the napkin to the side and rising to make her way to the powderroom, genuinely and naively unaware of the eyes that followed her burgendy clad 33" hips as she made her way back.  And only slightly more aware when she returned at the eyes that followed her 32b breasts as she held a touch of unsupported sway beneath the burgendy fabric.<br/><br/>She had only picked at her food.  The salad had been lovely and she only had half of her small filet ... she was never a very big eater.  "I would love some ..." she answered with a girlish giggle at the offer of more wine.  The food had been fabulous and she had eaten her fill, but there was always room for a little chocolate.