The woman in the crimson dress did not gloat further; she didn't need to. The total humiliation of the men who had tried to degrade her was complete.
She turned on her strappy black heels, the red silk of her dress flowing beautifully in the warm afternoon breeze. She looped her arm gracefully through her husband's silver-grey sleeve. Together, they walked away from the paralyzed officers, their synchronized steps projecting total victory.