Ashley Has Good Taste

After her third cocktail—or was it the fourth or fifth?—Ashley decided the dance floor was getting a little crowded. She climbed onto a low step at its edge, where she could enjoy the music and admire her beautifully decorated drink.

There she stood, swaying slightly, holding her fancy cocktail glass in one hand, complete with a long straw and a little slice of lemon.

Wearing absolutely nothing else.

Her dress, bra, panties, and boots lay scattered around the floor below her.

Ashley took a leisurely sip and smiled at the crowd.

Everyone was staring at her.

Men, women, even the bartender. Some had their mouths open. Others were whispering to their friends.

What's their problem? She wondered.

She gave them a friendly little wave.

Several people nearly choked on their drinks.

Ashley turned to the guy next to her.

“Hey, why is everybody looking at me?”

He glanced at her, then at the cocktail in her hand.

“Honestly? I couldn't tell you.”

She looked down at herself admiringly.

“Must be the outfit. Isn't it gorgeous?”

He slowly nodded.

Ashley beamed, took another sip, and held the glass up proudly.

“See? I knew I had good taste!”

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