The group turned into a dingy alleyway towards the address, the smell perfectly complimenting the aesthetic. Peering down behind them, a group of men admired the contrast between their femininity and the dirty surroundings. One step, a hand placed across his chest and a soft but commanding “not yet” was all that tied the two groups together.
“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” She had been complaining the entire time, her skin tight white dress, heels, “bride to be” sash and tiara framing her as the princess she liked to be seen as. The snowbunny thought she was God’s gift to men, and she wasn’t wrong about it. Her body was fine art, and her personality was enough to make any man drop to his knees and promise her the Instagram wedding of her dreams.
The club was nice, but loud, and their VIP section went straight onto the dance floor. Dancing and enjoying themselves, the women barely noticed when one slipped off and headed to the men’s bathroom. Confidently walking in, she made an announcement before returning to the group. “Good evening, gentleman! I’m not going through it all again, stick to the assignment. Have fun.”