Anyway, I’m armoured up in a fitted black Dolce and Gabbana shift dress, my highest black heels, and beautiful black lace underwear from Fleur du Mal. I feel elegant and competent. Empowered. I have no idea if I’ll even see the Big Bad Wolff today, but I always like to be mentally ready, and channeling my inner goddess is always a good way to prepare for going head to head with the patriarchy. Besides, there’s never an excuse for a bad lingerie game. Ever.
