Justine was quick. Both dressing and undressing where things she was used to doing in a hurry. Her movements were fluid, dropping the toga to the floor of the small house and reaching for something else to wear. She pulled on the first set of clothes she'd come across: a long sleeve top that draped off one shoulder while managing to show off the curves of her torso, a short black skirt that flares pleasantly around her thin waist and a pair of black stiletto high heels.

She turns to the door frames less than five minutes later, pulling her thick midnight black hair over her shoulder. The flat of her stomach was visible and when she walked there was a slight sway of her hips that went along with the comforting clicking of her steps. While Justine's features were sweet and beautiful, she used them knowing full well how people saw her.

Her phone was clipped to the straps of her heels since she had no pockets in her outfit.

"Shall we?" Justine always flirts a little, but she's also interested in Luke. He appeared to be the sort of person who she would want to get to know.

Her hand slipped gently around his arm, her fingers lightly brushing against his skin. Her choker was more noticeable now, lacy white and glittering with jewels at her neck.