Victoria wore a pair of black patent heels. 

She enjoyed the feeling of her hands running down the perfect ink black leather and connecting to the soft sheen of the silk of her expensive stockings. 

She enjoyed the way the black seem delicately etched the curve of her calf and rode into the dip behind the knee of her outstretched leg. 

He nails traced the rest of the curve of her leg and the curve of her shapely thigh as the men watched from the corners of the dark club  room. 

All eyes were on her. Desiring her. Objectifying her and her silk stockings and her heels and the feminine curves of her body.  The softness of her expensive indulgent fur coat , warm and more sensual against her pert ivory flesh