Devan

“I like the dress,” Marilyn says, lying on my bed.

I stand before my full-length mirror and pitch right and left. The long skirt flows near my ankles where I’m wearing gold sandals with rhinestones. This dress is light green and unlike the one the other night, it has a more complete bodice, allowing me to wear a bra. “He didn’t say how to dress.”

Jill’s eyebrows dance. “Because he wants you undressed.” ...