Sara drags Sam inside Lydia's dressing room. Sam's eyes instantly widen and as his mouth begins forming a refusal, Sara puts her finger on your lips "Come on Lydia." It was a blue leotard which hugged your curves with the crease going right up your crack, the straps resting upon your shoulders.
"Sara, I didn't agree-"
"Yes, you did Lydia, now put it on," every time she refers to you as Lydia it unsettles you a bit.