Hmm, not sure about this one, but I really like Irene Adler (as you can probably tell) and wanted to do one really focused on her xx

Irene Adler was in a profession where appearance meant everything, where control was everything. It was a profession that required you to be primped and polished, almost to breaking point, with not a hair out of place. She could never arrive anywhere looking dishevelled, unless it was carefully styled, with lots of lipstick and hairspray.

She spent more of her time naked than in clothes, some days, wandering the house in her heels and lipstick, keeping in character because you never knew when you might need to.

And Irene had become the woman, her persona, even when she was simply curled up in an armchair in her dressing gown.

She was good at what she did, even when the dishevelled looks weren't so planned. It was something Sherlock had found himself attracted to, the confidence that she had in her own skin, and in her sexuality, and in her understanding of other people.

As she always said, she knew what they liked. And she was good at it.

But still, she was required to look her best, whether or not she was going to use her brain to outsmart her opponent, instead of her wiles.

Which is why she was screaming. For the first time since she was a teenager (and it had only dared to once), she had a blackhead.