Christian Dior, Hypnotic Poison
All ruffles, satin, and lace, this was our first dangerous dance. Before we knew what it was to be a woman. Before subtlety and secrets. Before we learned to say it all without speaking we were red fire and black orchid. Anita in the bubble bath, Jessica rabbit in red, thigh-high stockings tangled at the foot of his bed and enough rum and coke to blame everything but ourselves for what we desperately wanted to do.