Thread: A second chance (SithMistress and DeviantAngel)

Character Information Crystal Lynd Age 33 20 February, 1982 Education Graduated magna cum laude at Yale School of Law Career Lawyer at Crane, Poole and Schmidt - Chicago Height 5 ft. 9 in or 175 cm Weight 63.5 kg or 140 pounds Hair Color Crimson red, thick and naturally curly, hangs down to mid back when straight or wet. Eye Color Emerald Green Measurements 40-28-36 in or 101-71-91 cm Dress Size 10 US or 44 EU Bra Size 40DD Face Claim Picture Dress Picture Hairstyle Picture Jewelry Necklace Earrings For the longest time, the Carter Family Foundation Charity Ball was one of the highlights of the high society scene in Chicago. One of the most exclusive events of the season, tickets were nigh impossible to come by. One needed to be a friend, business associate or Carter Family member to attend. However, with the passing of the Carter matriarch, Millicent, the Chicago scene had lost one of their most prized members, and events. In the two years since, many lamented the fact that it had become defunct. Until, that is, the youngest Carter and heir apparent took over the Foundation. A tenured faculty member at Chicago's Cook County General Hospital, Doctor John Truman Carter III had, in one fell swoop, resurrected the event. Invitees were delighted at seeing the ornate invitations in their mailboxes, as it heralded the return of the celebrated ball. None was more excited to see the invitation than Crystal Lynd. A partner at the prestigious lawfirm of Crane, Poole and Schmidt's Chicago office, Crystal's name was known to many in the high society scene. The daughter of a prestigious lawyer, Crystal was well on her way to surpassing her father's legacy. Having graduated magna cum laude from the Yale School of Law, Crystal quickly rose through the ranks of her father's lawfirm. When she made partner at Lynd, Strauss and Lynn, Crystal was visited by none other than Shirley Schmidt and offered a similar position with her current firm. Though Crystal leapt at the chance, she still occasionally feels bad about abandoning her father's lawfirm. Physically, Crystal Lynd is a penultimate vision of beauty. While she was only slightly above average height at 5'9, she frequently enhanced that with heels, never wearing less than a 4 inch heel. Her hair was a rich crimson hue some claimed came from a bottle, though it was, indeed, natural. Her eyes were a stunning shade of emerald, a beautiful contrast to her hair. While she often had a hard look to her, friends and family knew that emerald glance had a softer side. However rarely it came out, it was always a welcome sight, warm and friendly and slightly flirtatious. When one's gaze inevitably drifted down, it was unto the body of a Greek goddess. Her breasts were the most prominent feature, an impressive 40DD that was not completely natural. Crystal had had enhancement surgery, though it was not exactly something she admitted to voluntarily. She had an athletic figure, slim but toned from a borderline obsessive workout routine. Which earned her many appreciative glances, and some less appreciated leers. She had to restrain herself from slapping every person she caught staring at either her well endowed bust or toned and shapely rear. Though she had perfected a very intimidating glare, which made most back down almost instantly. On the day of the ball, Crystal went through an exhaustive routine of preparation. Starting with a noon visit to one of her favorite day spas, getting both a pedicure and a manicure, as well as a facial. After that, Crystal has a visit with her hairdresser. Her stylist was an artist, but finicky and a bit obsessive. As such, what should have only taken an hour ended up taking two. But, when he was done, Crystal's hair was immaculately coiffed, tight ringlets tied into a loose bun. Next, Crystal stopped at her seamstress, who was making alterations to a dress Crystal had purchased especially for this event. With dress in hand, Crystal returned home to her loft apartment. Located in Chicago's Gold Coast, it was an opulent apartment in an exclusive and much sought after building. Walking in the door, Crystal dropped her purse onto the couch and headed toward her bedroom. She gingerly placed the dress on the bed before stripping out of her clothes. A clear, plastic shower cap went over her elegantly coiffed hair and she jumped into the shower. Crystal made sure not to linger overly long in the luxurious, hot spray, keeping an eye on the clock as the hour approached. Fully showered, Crystal towered off, making sure her face was dry first. Towel wrapped around her, she began the arduous process of applying her makeup. While she didn't require much, she was fairly meticulous in its application, wanting it to appear flawless. Thus, she took her time painting her eyelids a blend of lilac and sky blue, blending the colors seamlessly. A light dusting of blush gave her cheeks a rosiness it lacked. Crystal finished off with a lipstick a crimson color just one shade lighter than her hair. Her makeup complete, she let the towel fall to the floor and walked into her bedroom. Lifting the dress, she smiled as she perused the alterations that had been done. The dress had initially been adorned with cheaper, duller beads and fake gemstones. However, Crystal had paid a mint to have her seamstress remove the fake pieces and replace them. Rather than the plastic or beaded appliques that draped across the open back of the dress, Crystal had had her seamstress replace them with 24 karat white gold chains, adorned with half karat diamonds, emeralds and onyx gemstones. Some of the adorning gems were larger, a full karat or more. In all, it was a stunning display of wealth that cost Crystal almost 6 figures. However, the end result was as stunning as she had imagined. Crystal knew she would be the envy of all in attendance. Before donning the dress, Crystal put on a pair of black, thong panties. She then pulled on a pair of black, lace trimmed, thigh high stockings. Next, she pulled on a black, lace trimmed garter belt and attached the black garters to the lace of her stockings. Finally, she took special care in donning the extravagant dress, making sure the neckline didn't disturb or muss her hair. When she was done, Crystal looked as if she had been poured into the dress, so tightly did it cling to her figure. The sleeveless deign coupled with a sophisticated embellished high neck collar lent a delicate grace, the sheer open back masked by the white gold chains and gemstones. The appeal of the gown did not stop there, the sweeping train swirling around her feet. The dress also had a slit that came up above one knee, exposing the occasional flash of the lace-topped thigh-high stockings she is wearing. Added in were a pair of elbow length red gloves that matched the color of the dress. Finally,Crystal went to her jewelry box and pulled out a gold necklace she'd had specially made for her. The pendant was a key wrought of 24 karat gold which her friends joked was the key to her heart. Adorned with ring of jade and 2 half karat emeralds, it was a beautiful addition to her outfit. As well, she donned a pair of ornate earrings. The 24 karat gold filigree wrapped around a 34 karat emerald and was shaped like a high heeled boot, the sole of which was shot through with alternating eighth karat emeralds and diamonds. All in all, Crystal was sure she would be the best looking woman in the room. As an afterthought, Crystal grabbed a pair of lacquered needles that appeared to have several emeralds dangling off the head. She placed them through the loose bun, to make it appear as if they were holding it in place. She pulled on a pair of 4 inch heels, wrapping the strap around her ankle to secure them in place. A glance out the window showed the limo service she had ordered the previous day had arrived, the black stretch vehicle waiting outside the front door. Crystal gathered her purse and walked out the door, taking the elevator to the foyer. The doorman's jaw dropped as he got a look at Crystal, which made her blush as he held the door for her. Undoubtedly, he would be staring at her toned behind as she walked away. As she slid into the leather seat inside the limo, Crystal smiled. She was always amazed at the spacious nature of the limos she'd ridden in, and this one was as spacious as the rest. The partition between the cabin and driver was down. I'm taking you to the W Hotel-City Center, correct? the driver asked, turning to glance at Crystal. She nodded, giving him a regal stare almost daring him to ogle her. However, he nodded and turned back, pulling away from her apartment building. The ride was smooth and fairly quick, traffic being relatively light. Located in the heart of downtown Chicago, the W Hotel-City Center was one of many towering edifices lining the streets. The front of the building was lit up, purple spotlights illuminating the exterior of the building. As the limo pulled up to the curb, a valet stepped forward and opened the door for Crystal. The driver turned once more to face her as best he could. What time should I return, ma'am? Tomorrow afternoon. I have a room for the night, in case I drink too much. Say around 1 pm. With that, Crystal slid along the bench seat and out the door. A slew of photographers were there to greet her, taking pictures of some of the other guests invited to the ball. She gracefully allowed herself to be photographed as she walked in the door, hearing the murmurs following behind her as her heels clicked on the concrete sidewalk. The doors were opened by a pair of valets and Crystal stepped inside. Checking into her room took only a few minutes and she was handed a pair of key cards, which were promptly deposited into her purse. That done, Crystal walked through the ornate entry hall, following some well dressed people to the Grand ballroom. The name sufficed, as it was an enormous and extravagant room, decorated in modern Victorian style. A quartet of rather ostentatious chandeliers hung from the ceilings, partially recessed into the ceiling. Round tables huddled against the walls, spaced evenly across the room while providing ample space to walk and mingle about. Each table was decorated with an a rather florid and ornate floral centerpiece and an array of elaborate place settings. In all, the ballroom was decorated in an extravagant fashion. The people mingling about were also rather extravagant, designer gowns and tuxedos seemed to dominate, with a few muted, but hideously expensive suits breaking up some of the similarities. In a room where everyone was doing their best to shine, Crystal was the most radiant. It was as if the sun had entered amidst a room full of candles. Heads turned and voices murmured in her wake. Before she got even halfway across the room to her assigned table, Crystal was stopped by several people, asking about her dress or her jewelry. She smiled at them all, answering their questions politely. The only time she was happy to be stopped was when a few of her closer acquaintances came up to her, almost dragging another woman along in their wake. Crystal! We've been looking for you! the pair cried in delight. You look positively stunning tonight! Anyways, we couldn't help but notice that you're here alone. How fortunate for you that we are here to solve that problem. We'd like to introduce you to our new friend. Their words had put Crystal on guard immediately. These two were always trying to set her up on dates with their female friends ever since she had made her preference known. As the woman stepped forward, Crystal had to withhold the gasp that threatened to escape. Unbeknownst to her close acquaintances, she knew the woman. More intimately than she knew anyone else in that ballroom. Crystal, this is... Jasmine Clark, Crystal said, finishing their sentence for them. She felt the tension between them mount as she began to remember the last time she'd seen the other woman. She decided to stretch out the moment just long enough to feel awkward before smiling widely and leaning forward to kiss the other woman on the cheek. How long has it been? I've missed seeing you!