A Beauteous Flower

Chapter 6 - The Debutante and the Lady

When Madison and Deva entered the party, every head turned toward them. Madison expected this to happen when she first saw Deva in her exotic sari. Although the red and gold gossamer silk swathed almost every inch of Deva's body, as with everything else Deva wore, it described her hourglass form in dramatic style and seemed to reveal more than it covered. Hardly any of Deva's skin was visible, yet the whole effect was subtlety seductive as it appeared Deva was naked, but only if no one looked directly at her.

Deva even accessorized spectacularly. First, in what Madison thought was a bold move, Deva carried no purse or bag of any kind. Madison wondered how Deva would refresh her makeup or carry breath mints, but Deva seemed unconcerned. Deva also wove some golden threads into her thick, waist length braid to give her jet black hair a pop of flash. Her makeup was simple and light with only one dramatic effect of solid black cat eye lines drawn to accent her moist eyes and Deva had decorated her right hand with delicate henna tattoos. She capped it all off with a gold choker necklace, a gold cuff bangle on each wrist and gold hoop earrings.

The final touch was a masterstroke of fashion in Madison's opinion. Instead of the ubiquitous high heels every other girl wore, Deva took advantage of the warm weather and wore light, thin black sandals that made a small whisper pat sound when she walked. In truth all that was truly visible in this outfit was Deva's perfect little feet and Deva, as with all things, owned it like a boss bitch.

Of all Deva physical gifts, Madison envied Deva's feet the most. Hair, body, and face counted for their parts, but secretly the whole world had a foot fetish and an ugly set of feet that were disproportionate or calloused or poorly cared for could turn a gorgeous woman into a side show freak. No woman wanted that, especially as they hunted for men. That was a tough thing for a professional dancer, whose feet took a tremendous beating as a matter of course.

That made Deva's perfectly manicured and sculpted feet mildly annoying to Madison. Especially given that Madison never saw Deva do any kind of special work on her feet. Madison incessantly rubbed cream on her feet to keep away the callouses and blisters that were the bane of a dancer's existence, and she struggled to keep her feet soft and supple with pedicures and other foot care. Deva, on the other hand, simply showered, cut her own cuticles, painted her toenails and that was all the attention she ever paid to her dainty feet.

So that night when every eye turned to view Deva, Madison wasn't surprised. Jealous, maybe, and a touch self-conscious that people looked in her general direction, which gave her a keen reminder that she was bare under her dress, but not surprised. For a moment Madison hesitated and had to resist the urge to tug downwards on her dress, even though the black sequins reached to the floor. Intellectually she knew that as long as she took her time when she sat down and didn't fall flat on her back, no one would ever know her secret, but she still felt reckless as she entered into this sparkly world of glitz and glamor and money. But Deva, also naked under her sari, didn't seem concerned at all, so that helped Madison relax a little.

The doorman took the light wrap that Madison wore around her shoulders while every male eye in the room continued to look their way in assessment. Without her wrap Madison felt even more exposed and unconsciously crossed her arms in front of her in a very defensive and unladylike way. For a moment she considered an escape out the side door, but Deva had driven them to the party and then Deva smiled brightly and waved at someone. Madison followed Deva's eyes and saw Mrs. Selene float towards them in a silver gown that hugged her hourglass form to a shimmering pool on the floor. The hem of the dress covered Mrs. Selene's feet and made it appear that she floated effortlessly across the floor, the stylish portrait of grace.

Mrs. Angela Selene's husband, Paul Selene, PhD., owned the team and they threw spectacular parties for the society crowd at their mansion home. At these parties, Dr. and Mrs. Selene held court and presided like a pair of benevolent titans. The girls on the team all knew that Mrs. Selene dabbled in matchmaking, and every girl hoped to be the subject of one of Mrs. Selene's pairings. As Mrs. Selene glided to a stop in front of them, Madison literally had stars in her eyes.