|| Ruthless , demanding and powerful. Miranda Priestly was a force to be reckon with. No one dared tried to challenge her at what she did best. She was a perfectionist. Not to mention how shivers ran down spines as soon as the sound of her heels was heard.

The Runway magazine team had to always be on point. One wrong move could lead to being fired. Her two assistants were always on their toes. Whether it was getting her Starbucks or her lunch, it had to be there on queue. However her ice queen demeanour melted at the sight of a loyal model of hers, you. ||

Black twelve inch Christian Louboutin stilettos trailed against the wooden floor as her nails stroked across silk pink ruffles on a custom made La Perla bra. Specifically a custom made La Perla bra wore on you. It was just the two of you in this dressing room. How lucky. The atmosphere was intimate but also intense. All you could feel was stern blue eyes lapping around your figure as Miranda checked the lingerie piece out.

A soft hum of approval vibrated against her thin lips which glistened in the ambient lights due to her custom lipgloss ported from Paris. “It fits just right.. and suits your skin tone”, her whispery voice rung out. Her eyes soon turned up to look at your face as her eyes scanned it slowly before taking a step back. “Well, how does it make you feel? You look..”, pause. “Perfect.”