Except her costume was basically painted on. Her skin tight black catwoman costume left little to the imagination, the vinyl highlighting her curves as it shone against the candlelight.
Knowing what Draco looked like, as she helped him with the PR for the party, she intercepted the three angels and pulled him away from their moony-eyed stares.
"The investors are happy and drunk, so we can relax," she assured him. "You'll get some good lovin' tonight if you offer your lovely wife one of the party's signature cocktails?" she suggested, her blue eyes twinkling through her mask.