“How do I look?" Crystal asked as she wriggled a little inside the form-fitting dress, “is it too much?"
“Why are you wearing that dress?" Amber asked from the doorway, watching Crystal examine herself relentlessly in her full-length mirror.
“What do you mean? I want to look nice."
“Since when do you care about looking nice for Duke Chambers?"
“I don't know," Crystal said, still looking for some sign of approval from Amber and from herself, “it just feels right."
Amber stepped inside and dropped down on the bed as Crystal continued modeling the outfit.
“When he invited me to dinner tonight," Crystal said in between different poses, “I thought it would be nice to treat it as something other than working together."
“And what does that mean?" Amber asked rather inquisitively.
Crystal
