Crystal Wings

She wears velvet like midnight, and wings like she’s just landed.

Sparkling crystals fan out across bare shoulders in the shape of wings — sharp, faceted, catching the light with every breath she takes.Then the velvet, deep and unbroken, tracing every line of her like something meant to be admired, not just worn. A slit at the leg lets a little danger in.

Some gowns whisper elegance. This one descends into it.