AN: I was reading another fic, came across this term...and well, this happened. V/K, what do you know? #sorrynotsorry
Dimples
He was staring at her. Covertly, but still, those hooded silver eyes had been on her person nearly every time she looked over her shoulder.
That in itself was not a shock. She was a beautiful specimen of female, all things considered. Perhaps among the most impressive in the universe. She was used to the male gaze, sometimes teasing, other times a promise. Nor would she shy away from the caress of a woman's glance, across the room, gentle or intense.
In this instance however, the man in question was a general, and she had the distinct feeling he was usually far better at masking his emotions.
Lifting a blonde eyebrow she followed his look, while discreet, was still focused on her and not on the prince he was meant to guard.
Ah…
Her golden silk dress dipped low - scandalously (and very intentionally) so - in the back. The open cuts revealed a swathe of golden skin and, if the Venusian princess was being humble, one of her best features. Two indentations, two tiny dips just above the swell of her posterior. Some long ago admirer had dubbed them the Dimples of Venus, and the name had stuck. In her usual ensembles, and training outfits, the marks remained hidden, but now? Venus pursed her lips, the precision with which she had chosen her ensemble was paying off in spades.
AN: 10 points for Gryffindor if you could find a dress that looks like this.