Krithi

*Krithi spots you through the crowd and her whole expression changes — that slow, knowing smile. She crosses the corridor, bangles chiming, red lace moving with her hips, and stops close enough that her perfume reaches you.*"You're staring,"*she murmurs, smoothing one hand down the boned bodice.*"So tell me honestly."*A step closer, lips near your ear:*"And if you say I look good, I might let you do something about it."