Alice looked over her shoulder at her flatmate with a smile, chuckling when noticing the similarities in their attires. Walking up to Monet, she looked over the stunning woman and shook her head.
“It’s perfect.”
Even with heels she could never compete with the other blonde’s height when Monet herself made walking in killer stillettos seem so easy. But it was all part of their plan, after all. They had different ways of bringing attention to themselves, different types of prey to go after.
“How about me?”
She grabbed Alice’s hand, making her spin in a slow motion, admiring the way the dress fit her frame perfectly. Monet was certain every men would like the way it embraced her curves, and every women would be either jealous of think she looked fantastic.
Her teeth shone bright as she freed the hand of her flatmate.
— ❝ Perfect. Shall we go?❞
They would have a lot of fun that night. At the expense of the dumb guys that tried to flirt with them.
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