Gumshoe, still slightly tipsy from the vast quantities of champagne imbibed from Franziska’s surprisingly capacious slipper, whirled the azure-haired woman across the floor. Although his stomach was lurching queasily and the comically oversized flower adorning her hair was giving him the sniffles, he miraculously managed to stay upright, staggering only once.
Unfortunately for both of the concerned parties, however, this single stagger left his foot caught up in the folds of her ballgown - something which became horribly apparent within the next few seconds: upon whirling her out once again, the skirts ripped away noisily, leaving the prosecutor’s bare arse exposed to the wind and the increasingly entranced crowds.
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Date: 2007-12-21 05:50 am (UTC)Unfortunately for both of the concerned parties, however, this single stagger left his foot caught up in the folds of her ballgown - something which became horribly apparent within the next few seconds: upon whirling her out once again, the skirts ripped away noisily, leaving the prosecutor’s bare arse exposed to the wind and the increasingly entranced crowds.