A sharp heel made the puddle splash around a little and Divus snorted, bending to see if he had soiled his trousers when he got out of the car. He opened the umbrella and turned to bark at his driver, "You could have picked a better place to pull over."

The reporters were already crowding around, forcing Divus to put on his sunglasses as they almost shoved their cameras in his face. He ignored them and simply walked forward to the building where his colleague's fashion show was being held tonight. This sort of outing had become like going to the shop for the average person. Once inside, he handed his umbrella and coat to the staff. Quick and loud steps on the marble floor cut through the air, causing more insignificant guests to step aside in front of him.

Divus slipped into the area behind the catwalk where the models were getting ready. His eyes found his designer friend, "Arvin, mon ami, it's terribly crowded in here." He took off his glasses and greeted with a kiss on both cheeks. "I hope you won't disappoint us this evening," Divus remarked bitingly and looked round the room.

"Eighteenth century motifs, I like it," he grinned, biting down lightly on the temple tip of his glasses as his gaze fell on you, who was being helped with the outfit. "Yeah...I definitely like it..." he kept his gaze on you but he forced himself to leave and take his seat. As the music started, Divus wasn't exactly thrilled with the outfits, but his eyes lit up as you walked past. Unconsciously, he bit his lip. Merde...how tempting.

After the show, he hurried back behind the catwalk. Divus threw his friend only a cursory congratulations and immediately sought you out and held your hands tightly, "My darling, that was marvellous, you were magnificent. I'm Divus Crewel and you have captivated me completely." He leaned closer and murmured, "I could dress you much better than my poor friend...and my wages would be much higher." He smirked seductively and slipped his card into your butt pocket, taking the opportunity to pat it softly.

Soft. He thought to himself.