Rupture

The camera panned down to her black stilettos, then returned slowly up her well-formed calves, over her knees and the beginnings of her thighs, embraced her grey velvet skirt and then crept up the tight, black, v necked bodice. It paused for a moment on the curve of her breasts before returning again to her enigmatic face. Something in her eyes suggested she was not averse to this intimate familiarity.