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“I’m not normally one for makeovers,” she says, “but I can’t turn down the chance at spending some time with my friend. Those Preachers have monopolized you lately.”

I pull a face. “I know, and I’m sorry. We just keep getting caught up with each other. You understand how it is.”

“You bet.” She grins.

Vani has three men of her own, too.

She heads straight to the kitchen to fetch some glasses, then returns and pours the wine. I won’t drink too much, because I want to keep my head together for tonight, but one drink will help me relax.

With glasses in hand, I take her upstairs to the bedroom where I’ve got all my potential outfits laid out.

“Well, what do you think?” I gesture at the items.

She picks up a couple and tosses them to one side, then her eyes alight on the nurse’s dress.

“Ooh, this is more like it.”

I laugh. “I don’t think so. I only bought that because Mackenzie insisted.”

“She was right to. You’d look incredible. The Preachers will be following you around all night with their tongues dragging on the ground.”

I shake my head. “I wouldn’t get away with wearing something like that. I’d look ridiculous.”

“No, you wouldn’t. Try it.” Vani is all hot curves, tattoos, and long dark curls. She wouldn’t hesitate in dressing up for her men, and she’d look incredible, too.

I glance down at my small chest. “I don’t have enough to fill it, unlike you.” I point a finger toward the twin swells of her chest.

“You have enough, and your guys have never given you any reason to think they want more.”

Even so, I’ve always been a little self-conscious about my lack of curves.

“Just try it on,” she insists.

I huff out a sigh. “I’ll try it on, but then it’s coming straight off, okay? I can’t wear something like this out in public.”

“That’s bull. It’s Halloween, or just about. Every single girl will be wearing something like this, or more likely something even sluttier.” She grins. “It’s what Halloween is all about.”

No wonder the Prophet said that carnivals were full of demons, if this is how people dress.

“You sound like Mackenzie, and I think Roman would definitely disagree with you on that,” I point out to Vani.

“Honey, when Roman sees you in that dress, he’s not going to disagree with anything.”

We both giggle.

I pick up the dress. “Okay, I’ll try it on, but that’s all. It’s coming straight off afterward.”

“I bet that’s what your men would say, too.”

She pokes out her tongue, and I give her arm a smack. “You’re so bad.”

I stand and shimmy out of my current super-not-hot outfit of sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt, and pull the dress over my head. I wiggle the zipper down until it’s open enough to show a little cleavage and then go and stand in front of the full-length mirror.

My eyes go agog. “Oh… wow.”

Vani squeals and claps. “You have to wear it. No arguments.”

Somehow, the dress has given me curves, the tiny skirt flaring out at my hips, and even though I’m not wearing a bra, it hugs my chest, pushing my breasts up and together, creating cleavage. The twin red crosses right above where my nipples sit manage to both give me coverage and add a bit of cheeky naughtiness. The fact that someone could literally pull the zipper all the way down and leave me completely bare also adds to the spice.