Dinaia left an elevator at a floor decorated to be luxurious but warmly welcoming. She was dressed exquisitely, her high-heels clicking against the marbled floor with anticipation but also reservation.
She was wearing a casual suit which was actually closer to a short coat as it reached just a bit short of the middle of her thighs, stopping at the same level as the shorts she was wearing.
The dark color of her attire contrasted nicely with her blonde hair that she had carefully combed to be wavy and gathered to one side. The style she adopted left the skin just below her neck exposed, making it eye-catching while not presenting any cleavage, a subtle contrast between provocation and modesty. She had a smile full of reserved confidence on her lips which worked to enhance her charm better than any makeup ever could.
Dinaia's eyes scanned the corridor before taking the direction of her destination, her small handbag swinging along with her steps.
