A wedding dress

Melissa looked down at the sexy, black bandage dress she'd chosen for her friend Jenny's wedding and finally decided that it just wouldn't do. Glancing at the clock, she decided she definitely had time to spare.

Melissa peered once more into her closet, frowning. She was excited for her friend to get hitched – but she was even more excited to hit on all of the eligible bachelors at the wedding (and, she admitted, perhaps a few of the taken men too). That meant she needed to look her best. So... what to wear?

Rejected outfits lay strewn across her bed, evidence of how Melissa had spent the past hour. Frustration began to seep in as she resumed her hunt through the closet.

Halter top... no. Little black dress... no. Micro-minidress... eh. Bare shoulders, sleveless, backless latex two piece... kinda tame. She paused as she got to a sling bikini near the back of her closet, smirking – she'd worn this once, in Thailand, and had nearly got arrested for public indecency.

Then Melissa saw what sat behind the bikini, and the smirk widened into an evil grin. A long forgotten outfit sitting all the way at the back of her closet; dust had even settled on the bag the garment was stored in.

A wedding dress.