“I’m digging the nun getup, but I’m a little lost on the theme.” Amanda had seen Rina and Kata, the other half of their pop duo, making the rounds earlier in their matching embroidered habits.

“There’s no greater love than my love for the Lord,” Rina said, clasping a rosary in her hands as she bowed her head deeply.

“Amazing and kinda blasphemous. I’m here for it.”

“Thank you. You seriously look amazing. And those titties! They are sitting, girl.”

Amanda looked down at her cleavage, which had attracted a lot of attention during the night. She didn’t mind though ’cause she was mostly focused on the look of lust in Sam’s eyes whenever he glanced her way. She knew she was in for a great time as soon as they got back to the hotel. She stuck a finger between her breasts, giving them a little jiggle. “I should have hidden some snacks in there.”

“Ugh, for real. All this damn fabric and I forgot to line the pockets with candy or a turkey sandwich. We’re getting pizza as soon as this thing is over. Whatever they are about to feed us will not be enough.”

“So are we!” Helene yelled from the stall.

“Love it. See you back out there,” Rina said with a smile before she twirled around and headed for the door. She stopped short just as she almost bumped into the next woman entering the restroom. Amanda tensed as Dru walked past Rina without a hint of an excuse-me. Dru almost skidded to a halt as soon as she saw Amanda. She was wearing a skintight, knee length leather dress with a red heart stitched over her chest. Her hair was pulled back in a severe braid that was draped over her shoulder. She looked amazing if not uncomfortable as hell. Amanda almost wondered how she was going to hike the full-body condom up so she could use the bathroom.

A moment of tense silence filled the air and the distance between them. Amanda knew what was coming. A rude comment about her weight or her dress or her hair. How silly she and Sam looked? How foolish? Who did they think they were? But just as Dru fixed her mouth to spew her venom, a toilet flushed and then another. Amanda realized she simply couldn’t hear her over the layered sounds of rushing water.

“Girl,” Helene said as she stepped out of the stall. “Empire waist everything. This dress is comfortable as fuck.” She and Ignacio had come as Romeo and Juliet, and Helene looked beyond stunning in her light, flowy gown that did amazing things for her breasts. She stepped to the sink doing a double take as she spotted Dru still seething near the door. Helene scoffed and went back to washing her hands. She dried them, then turned to Amanda as more women filtered in and out of the room.

“Ready?”

“Yup.”