The year is 1951. A slight chill envelopes an empty Hollywood street as she steadily approaches. From afar she is a mere silhouette, lit only by the dim streetlights lining the Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Her stride is deliberate and it is evident that she acts with purpose, utilizing her deadly charm to achieve her desired ends. It would be dangerous to underestimate her as she is most certainly capable of anything, although she remains captivating, even to those who should fear her most. A perfectly formed smoke ring billows from her crimson lips as she glances through the netting that partially covers her dark eyes, her gaze looking past you and into the very essence of your being. She is terrifying and magnificent, her mysterious energy grabbing hold and effortlessly holding you prisoner. Embrace her with the "Noir" dress and its sleek stretch satin draped over undeniable curves. Dot tulle netting compliments a strategically placed flower, hints of deep fuchsia making an appearance, highlighted by a long tailed satin bow at the back slit of the skirt. Become film noir, the essence of cinematic perfection, beckoning to an era long lost, but not forgotten.