***Serena***
"Whoa. Where has this version of you been hiding?" I say to Christa, decked out in a slinky, black, backless dress. She sticks a leg out of a slit at the front as if to make a point.
"Damn, this is still a school, Christa," I say, nodding appreciatively at my friend, "but you look hot."
"Coming from you I would suppose that is the highest compliment I could receive," she says.
"I gotta do it. Let me do it. Please," I say, holding up my makeup brush. She sighs and puts her dressing gown on over the top of her dress.
"Fine, just don't f**k it up," she says, standing there with her eyes closed. I happily get to work, giving Christa a smoldering smoky eye, a Serena Special.
Christa does me a favour in return, putting my hair into a lovely braided updo.
"A dress like this ca
