Join me in Rochelle’s challenge this week:
Here is the photoprompt courtesy of Victor and Sarah Potter.
He offered her a gown made from the finest silken thread.
It shimmered with a thousand diamond dew drops woven into the bodice.
She eased it off the hanger, slipped it over her lithe frame.
It fitted perfectly.
As the evening wore on and the room temperature rose, the dress grew sticky and tight across her chest.
Unable to breathe, she collapsed into his arms on the dance floor.
He took her home, apologising for her alcohol intolerance.
In the moonlight, he was transformed and eight limbs easily removed the webbed sheath from her inert body.
Mother would be pleased.