Holding the white garment up in front of her while she stood before the large mirror in the dressing room, Zia swallowed hard. Her mouth felt dry and her hands began shaking at the thought of dancing privately for this man.
"It is just a dance." She whispered as she reached her hand behind her and upward to undo the dress she still had on. She removed the clothing, letting it fall to the floor and pulled the simple white dress over her head as she shifted it downward, over her curves.
She decided that the dresses fitting her so perfectly was merely a coincidence as she secured the dress on her body.
She twirled in front of the mirror to make sure the dress did not restrict her in any way. With her nerves out of control, she had to be extra careful. It fit her form nicely, as though it was specifically made for her.
