Meanwhile
A woman approaches the front door, looks about, enters. A casual observer walking past at that moment would think the woman was going home, such was the casual confidence evident. The casual observer would notice the woman for her brisk walk, her slim physique but mostly for her forthrightly presented cleavage.
The woman does not take out a mobile phone, does not consult the invitation therein. Once read, once researched always remembered.
The door leads into a dark room with a darkwood wardrobe. The woman opens the wardrobe revealing a full length mirror and a fox mask on the shelf.
The woman dons the fox mask and looks at the reflection in the mirror. Slowly takes off one item of clothing at a time. Hat. Boots, no socks. Bodice. Knickers.
The woman stops examines the image of a voluptuous nude figure in the mirror. Reaches back, unclips the bra, drops it. Breasts drop a little too, nipples pointing down, cleavage opens up.
The woman picks up all the items of clothing, put them on the empty shelf. Closes the wardrobe door and leaves the room.
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