It had been a strong choice, deciding to get up in full drag for a Valentine’s Day event. A choice that Celeste might’ve been regretting, just a tiny bit- mostly due to the heels. And the looks. But if she was about to show off her most authentic self, and flirt with strangers, than Celeste was the woman for the job. And she loved nothing more than getting drunk on a Saturday night in a velvet gown. She was a towering figure at 6′10″ in her heels, cinched waist and a dress that was far too... extra for a night like tonight, where people were trying to get to know one another. But at some point in getting dressed, she’d said ‘fuck it’, and decided to have the most fun she possibly could. So she lifted the skirts of the dress enough to sit at the barstool, one leg comfortably bared from the long slit, ordering herself a Long Island. “You didn’t think this event would go off without a little unexpected and possibly unnecessary extravagance, did you?” She asked, laughing. “Be honest, is it too much?” Even asking, she did a bit of a pose with a thousand watt smile.
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