Rearden Metal

It was a black dress with a bodice that fell
as a cape over one arm and shoulder, leaving the other bare; the naked
shoulder was the gown's only ornament. [...]

She clasped the metal bracelet on her wrist. She liked the feel of its
weight against her skin. Inexplicably, she felt a touch of feminine vanity,
the kind she had never experienced before: the desire to be seen wearing this
particular ornament.