Peaches in black

Peaches is getting ready for the evening and rolls up her skirt, tugging silky black stockings into place. She catches a glimpse of bare toes and grimaces—one small problem. The polish is in the bathroom drawer. She bolts over, grabs hot pink and drops down right there on the tiles, one foot tucked under her, the other stretched out. The brush glides in quick, precise strokes. She almost smudges once, blowing hard to dry it before anyone shows. Done. Shoes slip on, toes perfectly shaded, hidden, naughty secret below the hem. A little grin. Ready.