As they dressed for there night out. Tiffany asks Damen what she should wear.
"Try this on" he tells her, as he hands her a long black silk dress.
Tiffany is awed by the sight of the dress. I flowed down past her ankles and had a lace up corrset at the top. She thought she looked stuning in it, with her black hair flowing down her back and the dress emfasing her gorgiouse curves.
Damen must have thought so too, because when she slowly walked around the corner his mouth droped and he could not stop staring at her.
"You look beautiful" he exclaimes to her trying to keep from staring but not having any luck.
"Thank you, you look very handsom yourself." she replys to him shyly, blushing and the compiment.
Damen was wearing black pantings with a dark red button up shirt on that huged his muscular body.
As they left the house Tiffany felt a cold breeze run over her back macking her shiver.
"It shure is cold out tonight, and the way the moon makes the shadows it is kinda creepy." she tells Damen even though she is shure he knows about the cold by now.
"You will get used to it soon, the cold it just an efect the the darkness has on people. You will soon come to enjoy it."
Hopeing that what he ment was he planed to change her soon, her face lit up with a smile, and she looped her arm through his.