[May 2058] The Good The Bad and The Pretty (Prelude: Bailey)
Bailey is lucky. Well, as luck as a meta can be. Her parents had a little money. Enough for some gene-editing. Some of it had just been necessary, required for health reasons. The Free State had pitched in. But other bits had just been for her. Or just to pass by under the nose of the marines. Sure, she was still four inches taller than her date. A lot of people would just write that off to heels and ethnicity. The bigger chest helped- she had inches and inches more than most elf women. Same for the hips that stayed close to Kishi's side as they walked. Her skin tone honestly made her stand out more. A nearly milk white pale.
Her eyes were blue, tonight. The contacts covered her natural violet. Some concealer helped maintain her pale tone, covering the natural golden sparkle that would catch the lights otherwise. It took a lot, considering how much skin her dress shows- slit up to her thigh, and plunging down to her stomach. Held in place with a carefully placed combination of discrete adhesive, micro-structure fibers in the dress, and raw willpower.
Bailey smiles, arm on Kishi's shoulders. Her jewelry helped cover that her fingers and neck were longer, slimmer, more graceful than a human's. Just enough to take the fine edge off. To make her look exotic, rather than unacceptable. She knew this was part of the image- she was the girlfriend of a progressive, daring rule breaker. But the kind of rule breaker who would be great at a party instead of the kind who would actually break the rules.