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“Bethany, where’s your hooker lipstick?” Jess asks, rifling through her friend’s drawers.

“Top right,” Bethany says, pointing to said drawer before concentrating on her fake eyelashes.

“Let me help you,” says Danielle, taking the strip of feathery lashes. She aligns them carefully, sticking the adhesive to Bethany’s closed eyelid. “You’re good.” Bethany opens her eye and smiles gratefully at Danielle.

“Vic needs to get his ass in gear with your costume. We won’t have time to get you ready at this rate.” Danielle sighs in agreement. As if on cue, three firm knocks on the bathroom door interrupt the process.

“Fucking finally,” says Bethany. She moves to open the door, but instead of Vic, they see Mike standing outside. He has a nondescript shopping bag in one hand, a large trash bag in the other.

“Vic said to tell you that he’s trusting you with hair and makeup,” says Mike, holding the items out to Bethany.

“A wise choice,” she says before shooing the younger Fuentes away. “Girl, there’s a lot in these bags.” Bethany hands the bags over to Danielle. Upon opening the shopping bag, Danielle finds a white corset dress; it’s a sexy number with white bow accents and a short skirt. She additionally pulls out a pair of over-the-knee socks, also white and somewhat see-through with a lacy top. A simple pair of white pumps follows, the red soles the only source of color thus far. A thin headband with a feathery halo attached is last to join the growing pile of white.  

Bethany lets out a low whistle. “Vic knows how to dress a girl, holy shit.”

“Don’t forget this,” says Jess, carefully handing the trash bag over. Danielle unwraps the plastic to reveal a pair of feathered white wings, accented with silver glitter.

“Girl you are gonna look so hot when we’re done with you.” Bethany and Jess excitedly discuss hair and makeup while Danielle changes into the costume. Vic chose well; the corset dress amplifies her curves to the point where she could be considered a bombshell to rally Marilyn Monroe. Danielle’s tan compliments the white nicely, and her blonde hair practically glows.

“Okay, sit down. We’re not letting you see until we’re done,” says Bethany, busying herself with reheating the curling iron. Jess starts to apply basic concealer and powder foundation, and while she’s setting her face makeup with spray, Bethany starts to curl Danielle’s hair into big, loose curls. The hair is a long process, considering Danielle’s hair is almost to her waist. While Bethany is working, Jess applies white eyeshadow and liquid eyeliner, creating a mini-wing on Danielle’s blue eyes. While her hair is setting, Jess also applies some of Bethany’s “hooker lipstick” and finishes her eyes with copious amounts of mascara.

“You’re getting laid tonight,” says Bethany unashamedly, stepping back to admire their handiwork. The end result is, for lack of a better word, sexy. Danielle’s costume is revealing without being crude, and her makeup makes her look pretty and seductive all at once. She is simultaneously innocent and alluring; the temptress and the virgin.

When Bethany allows her to see, Danielle smiles, admiring her new identity she has assumed for the night. Jess and Bethany look equally appealing, Jess smoky and mysterious in her magician/dominatrix outfit, Bethany playful and sexy in her clown costume.

“We are so hot,” says Jess, pulling her phone out for obligatory mirror pictures. Upon glancing at her lock screen, Bethany shrieks excitedly.

“Guys, it’s time!” They descend the stairs one at a time, doing exaggerated runway spins and poses for the waiting boys.

Tony has opted for his storm trooper costume, although helmet-less; for now. Mike is a zombie, all ripped clothes and fake blood. Jaime is a pirate, his flowing white shirt and tight black pants complimentary toward Jess’s costume so they look like they did so on purpose. Vic’s costume choice makes sense when Danielle sees him.

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