Joan Watson glared at the damned dress hanging on the door. The dress was a deep scarlet and the sides looked like they were being held closed by small, silver rivets; it also had this design running down from the top of her breasts down to just below her belly-button, and across the back. To Joan, it looked like it would make her features look bigger than they actually were and if she moved to quickly she would expose herself. She shook her head and sighed as she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where Sherlock was working. "Why is that dress hanging up in my room?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she waited for an answer.






