“Come on, Rachel we don’t have the entire night.”
Martha yelled, knocking the bathroom door.
“No! the dress is too slutty. Pass me something else.” Rachel yelled back at her, from the inside still conscious over what she was wearing.
Martha rolled her eyes, sighing in agitation, “Listen, either you come out or I would break this door.”
Rachel rolled her eyes in annoyance, opened the door and stepping out.
“See? This is too slutty.” She complained turning around and showing off the dress to Martha, who simply stood with widened gaze, admiring the beauty in front of her.
The dress was shaded with a top white with a low sleeveless low plunging V-neck, with the rest of the black, high slit below the waist. Rachel’s curves and body fitted perfectly in each and every weave and front of the
