The Name of a Lady

Felissa cracked her neck from side to side and stretched her body.

"Ah! It's been a while," Felissa stated with a grin. She smiled widely and went to the mirror to see her reflection. "Oh, my dear, I'm so hot!" she exclaimed.

Felissa began to examine her clothes, and it was not her liking. She went to the dresser and searched for a wardrobe that fitted her taste, but no matter how much she dug through the pile of clothes. She couldn't find something she liked.

"She really has bad taste in clothes," Felissa stated while flicking her tongue in distaste. She picked a black-colored gown stored at the bottom, which seemed to be unused. The gown had a very old-fashioned design where each part of the skin was covered. 

Felissa looked at the gown for a couple of seconds before she went to the cabinet and grabbed a pair of scissors. She proceeded to lay the gown on the bed and started cutting the edges of her desire.