The text reads:
"Hey sexy! Me and some of the girls are gonna go clubbing and pick up on some hot guys. You should like totally come! I know you've got that stud of a boyfriend so you don't have to pick up on any guys but that doesn't mean you can't have some fun, flirt, and be our wing-girl! Text me back Babe!"
You smile a little bit at the flattery of the text.
"Why not?," you think "it might be fun to get dressed up and see what party life is like for girls. After all, my current circumstance should be all about new experiences."
You text back:
"Great babe! I'd love to! I'll put on my sluttiest dress and meet you girls there!"
You once again return to your new closet and relentlessly search for the shortest, sexiest, and sluttiest outfit you can find. After a long process of trial and error you finally pick the cutest little outfit you can find out. It's this beautiful, sexy, strapless dress with a bare midrift. It's low cut enough that it shows off your "girls" just the perfect amount and cuts off on your upper thighs. This dress definitely shows off what you got.
"What would any girl be without her shoes?!," you wonder with a smirk on your makeup clad face.
You slip on a pair of adorable black laced heels and smooth out the hem of your dress as you check yourself out in the mirror.
"I look....hot," you say with your hands on your hips.
After you're done putting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup, you grab your cute, white handbag and pull your phone out. You snap a sexy selfie of yourself in your outfit and send it to Keith with the caption:
"I'm going clubbing with the girls. I'll see you tonight for some dessert ;)"
With that you head out to the car with your handbag and sexy self in hand swaying your supple booty behind you as you walk.