“I haven’t seen you here before.” She’d noticed her from the stage. A fellow blonde but with wild curls and bright blues. While not on stage, Harlow is wearing something less revealing, but just as sparkly. She’s opted for a tulle robe cinched at her waist, faux fur adorns the hemline and sleeves. It’s over a corset practically glittering with silver stones that show through the practically sheer fabric. After the wardrobe change, she’d teetered on her heels to where the woman sat and perched herself in her section, lashes batting. The smell that lingers on the woman is different, unfamiliar even. She’s intriguing, she’s beautiful, Harlow rests an elbow on the table top only to put her chin in her hand. @vikasokolov













