{ As Irene Adler remarks on her website masthead: know when you’re beaten. }
—— have you been wicked?
Irene Adler was back in London. She was sure the news would spread around rather quickly, if anything because of her reputation. Even if she returned back only after she assured herself a safe ground, people would still keep an eye on her. She knew it was only a matter of time, and the confirmed arrived with a the photos on her phone, photos of one of her contacts. It was a safe measurement, considering the people that came to her door in the past. She took some time to dress herself, and this time opted for nothing less than a simple v neck dress, black, that marked her most prominent features, still leaving an elegant air. A pair of black heels and the silver earrings, and finally a touch of faint make up, if not for the lips, often painted in a classic brick colour. As per usual Kate welcomed the guest, and after minutes of waiting she reached the living room with a pleasant smile. "I wasn't expecting you so soon," she said, amused. "To what do I owe the honour?"
