A tight purple mini skirt

Kendrick fishes out the purple miniskirt and holds it up against her corset-clad body. At first, she hesitates—wondering if the color will clash—but then she catches herself in the mirror and gasps.

“Oh my god... it matches.”

Somehow, against all odds, the shimmering royal purple of the skirt perfectly complements the bold gold trim of her corset. It's like destiny—or fashion fate—chose this outfit for her. The fabric hugs her hips, flares ever so slightly, and gives just the right amount of flirty bounce when she moves.

“Okay okay okay. I officially look hot,” she squeals, spinning in place. “I’d definitely capture me.”

She strikes a pose: hand on her hip, one leg popped, the skirt riding up just enough to be suggestive, but not scandalous. She feels like a star. Like a heroine. Like a target.

And she’s loving it.

“Alright, legs next... we’re gonna need something flashy.”