WICKED WITCHCRAFT

“Perfect” I purred. Ivy twirled in front of the mirror to take a good look. The dress hugged her body delicately and ended on her thighs. It had a zipper on the right side.

“Straighten your hair and wear knee high boots, without the heels” I told her as I fished out my classic wine coloured dress from my wardrobe, pairing it with knee high block heels. The dress hugged my corset and flowed down from the waist and ended at my knee. It had full sleeves and a black Louis Vuitton belt on the waist. Ivy gave herself a subtle makeover while she gave me smokey eye makeup and wine colored lipstick that adorned my lips in a provokable manner.

“Are we ready to rock?” Ivy, who was now ready, fist pumped in the air.