Call a friend over.

Eve sat back down on the couch, noticing the movie playing was "Se7en". Overall, not a bad one, but she was not too concerned with that. She quietly munched on her meager breakfast of a turkey sandwich, contemplating the day before her. She noticed that she seemed much more outgoing today, as if a switch had turned on inside her. It was odd, but she wasn't complaining. After she was finished, she decided against going out just yet. She knew of a few friends who had this particular day (Thursday) off work and decided to call them up. First, though, it was only polite to get dressed.

She stood up, slid the towel off her body and draped it over the pack of the couch. She glanced to the window, feeling a tinge of disappointment when she realized the blinds were closed. Such an impulse, normally foreign to her, shocked her for a brief second before she disregarded it entirely. Very quietly, she filed over to her bedroom door, opened it and walked in, immediately going to the closet and dropping to her knees. Evelyn paused, admiring her naked reflection once more before opening the closet and rooting around. Around eight minutes later, she had her rather skimpy outfit selected.

On her legs she wore thin pink and black striped stockings that slid up to her knees, smoothed out to conform to her skin. She was wearing lacey black skirt far shorter (and "perkier") than her work skirt (which fell halfway to her knees). It was partially transparent, barely allowing someone to make out the bright pink tanga panties she had under it that were a couple sizes too small. Covering her stomach and chest was a thin, tight tank top that conformed to her curves. She wore no bra under it, allowing her nipples to be seen by whomever pleased to look (and her breasts, too, by those who noticed the shirt's transparency). She assured herself they were "comfort clothes", but deep down she knew it was nothing more than provocative lingerie.

With that out of the way, she half-skipped back to the living room and sat down stood next to the phone for a moment, staring at it. She picked it up, pressed the contact list button and scrollin down through her contacts. Only a few of her friends had the day off, so she looked between the handful in an attempt to decide who to hang out with (and maybe a little more).