The Midnight Atrium was already roaring with music when the double glass doors at the entrance slid open.
And then the entire place went silent.
Not fully, the speakers were still blasting, lights still flashing but something in the atmosphere shifted. Heads turned. Conversations froze. Drinks halted mid-sip.
Athena stepped in first and every single male organism with a functioning pulse forgot how to breathe.
Her white dress clung to her body in all the right places, the soft net fabric and spaghetti straps shimmering under the strobe lights. The fitted bra-cup held her boobs perfectly...(although half of it are on display). The cinched waist sculpting her figure, and the short flare skirt brushing mid-thigh made her look like she'd stepped straight out of a forbidden dream.
But it was her hair that killed them.
