"Am I tormenting you?" She holds her breath as he advances on her again. He takes the cigarette dangling from her fingers, putting it between his own lips. Her eyes linger on his lips as they curl upward into a smirk. With his free hand he adjusts the fallen silver strap, placing it once more on her shoulder. Her heart beats against her chest, and she tries to will away the memories of a figure in the dark. His fingers are so slender. She meets his eyes, glittering with amusement.  "Do you remember the last time you wore this dress? Perhaps not, you have so many pretty dresses."