@gothedistance-herc

Most people during this time of year likely preferred to dress a bit more...carefully. Shego though had a preference to dress to the nines in any kind of weather. After all, she was more than capable of handling herself. Particularly in heels. Shego had a trench coat over a sleek black sweater to keep herself warm, and the tightest pair of black skinny jeans imaginable, fitting perfectly over her ass. But the part that helped bring out her legs even more were the heels, black lace up ones which were her absolute favorite to wear.

The goal here wasn’t comfort. It was to stand out to someone even on a colder day. After all, Shego was always looking to work a new angle, to find someone new to distract or to steal from. Were the heels practical with ice and snow? No, but Shego had been doing this for years. She could handle herself just fine. Shego made her way down main street, largely intending to get herself a nice coffee to warm her body up before she found a new target.

And maybe it was her lack of focus this time. As she made her way down the street, she caught sight of one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. The dark hair, the almost unnaturally pale skin. The lips...god the lips. If there was one thing Shego was weak with, it was a woman with such tempting looking lips. She was just about ready to ignore her previous plan and head over there when she felt her heel hit something decidedly less stable than simple concrete.

Before she knew it, her feet were sliding on ice, and she was careening toward the next street corner. Shego was in for a nasty spill. “Shit!” she yelled, hands going out as if she could balance herself like this as her body took her closer and closer to the street.

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