Loki stood in front of the mirror in her room, scrutinizing herself in the mirror as she made preparations for the gala. Tonight was all about Tony, and she was going to be the perfect date. She conjured herself outfit after outfit, scrutinizing and frowning and shaking her head until she found the perfect one.
A snug, strapless, ankle length, emerald gown with a cut on the side all the way up to her thigh and a generous but tasteful amount of cleavage. The small V cut of the bust was adorned with an eye catching broach to allow polite ogling. She wore white gloves up over her elbows and black leggings with sleek heels. She let her hair tumble down freely, sleek and wavy, her long bangs swept to one side of her face. Some modest eyeshadow that drew out the sharp green of her irises and a classy deep red lipstick topped it all off.
She even managed to coordinate the outfit around the gold tracking bracelet. Thanks to Tony, it was discreet enough to pass as jewelry. Bless that man.
Satisfied with her appearance, she made her way to Tony’s room and let herself in, shutting the door behind her. She beamed at him across the room, holding her arms out in an elegant shrug and doing a small turn, giving him a sultry look over her shoulder and quirking her brow expectantly.