Your muse just had a wardrobe malfunction, what do they do??
@dbd-observer
She had been dancing for hours. Thanks to whatever stamina they got in trials it seemed to extend here to this party, and for that the songbird was grateful. What she wasn't grateful for, though, was the little pearls that were on her shoulders. The tautness of the strap made it so they dug in a little, and Kate swore she would have those spherical indentations after several deaths in trials.
That was an exaggeration. She knew that wouldn't happen.
...hopefully.
Though she did try to loosen one a little, only to feel it not dig into her suddenly. There was a small squeak as her hand came up, pressing the fabric of her top against her chest. Something was felt hitting arm and faintly she could hear several little somethings hit the ground. An apologetic smile was offered to the group (Quentin, Cheryl, and Nancy) she had been dancing with and she made a drinking motion.
In a flurry of gossamer skirts and glitter, Kate was off the dance floor and going into a back room. Colorful curses left her lips and she had to see if something could be done, though without the pearls it was impossible to fix this way.
However...
Kate looked around. The room seemed empty. Good. She could do this without having to worry about accidentally flashing someone. So she set about to getting the other set of pearls off from the back. It took a bit of finagling [and the help of a bobby pin and two safety pins kept just inside the bodice of the gown (a habit she got into when she went to dances in high school)] she had managed to get the strap formed into a sort of halter top strap. The jump test was done to make sure the girls didn't bounce out.
She'd have to be careful, but at least it was passable. Heeled feet carried her out of the room and back to the dance floor. The night was still young, and Kate was going to dance as long as she possibly could.
After all, moments of peace like this were meant to be enjoyed, wardrobe malfunction or not.
