Jay-la
She stood in the Luna Suite, in her bridal dress. It was a long flowing Greek Goddess-style gown, in a soft white. She had wanted to thank the Goddess herself in some small way, and she always envisaged her in something similar, being a Goddess and all. Probably too much TV over the years and what everyone thought Goddesses wore.
But she did love the sparkling glittering rope, which looked silver but wasn’t, that wound round her waist and then under her breasts to cross over in the center of her chest and follow up the edges of the top of the dress and became the straps that then crisscrossed over her back to attach to the back of the dress down at her waist. Her back was fully exposed.
She also liked all the glittering ropes that dangled off of each shoulder, five loops each a s
