Raven's POV
Dad? What the hell did he just call this man? Shame burns through me, searing into my skull and making my skin itch like I'm covered in acid. I'm still too frozen to move, not even realizing that I'm still sitting on his lap until Damon's hand wraps around my arm and yanks me off with such force that I stumble backward.
I tremble as I stand there, feeling extremely ashamed. My makeup feels heavy on my face, caked on to make me look like someone I'm not. This costume showing half of my thighs and ass doesn't make me feel any better about the situation.
If anything, it makes everything worse. I feel like a greedy whøre standing here in front of them in this silver sequined bodysuit that barely covers anything. The fabric digs into my skin and suddenly I want to rip it off and
