Marian wore a backless red dress with a long necklace sporting a weighty diamond-encrusted pendant, the straps wrapping around and around her neck and chest, ready to be taken off and turned into a meteor hammer at any second. Her stiletto heels were made of steel, and she had diamond rings on three fingers of each of her hands, ready to act as impromptu weapons if need be.
She wore a small tiara on her head with even more diamonds sparkling in the light. “These are not a weapon,” she said. “I just think they are pretty.”
Harley smiled at her. Her suit, while tailored, did not compare with what Marian was wearing. She cut a striking figure, to be sure, but her tailor’s bill was in four digits, not five. She wore a tie that matched Marian’s dress, left artfully undone and just loose enough to be on purpose. Her boots were flat, shining patent leather that drew the eye when she walked.