Caution, meet wind.

Your friend Xia had dragged you off to the mall with the explicit intent of getting you a "sexier wardrobe" a few weeks ago, and you still hadn't worn any of it. You figured, what the hell? You might as well get dressed up, right? Why not? On your way through your room, you randomly decide to flick on the radio which starts playing music softly.

You head to your closet, digging through to the back where everything Xia bought had ended up. First to come out is the pair of four-inch black heels, which you toss towards the door to await your finished attire change. Next you fish up a hand full of different outfit choices, each of which you lay out on the bed. Somehow, you manage to catch your hand on the underwear she had bought you as well. A blush rises to your cheeks as you remember the moment, asking her why she had to get things no one was going to see. She just laughed, saying that you wouldn't be saying that if you were wearing what she was getting you.

The thong rests on your fingertips, holding your gaze almost hypnotically. Something posses you to take it back to the bed with you. Shaking your head, you take stock of your options.

The stereotypical "little black dress" is a little too fancy for the place you have in mind, so you nix that one.

The cerulean dress has such a deep neck cut that you couldn't possibly wear a bra with it-- it would undoubtedly show. The skirt doesn't even quite come down over your ass cheeks completely. That one's out.

The red mini skirt is just barely longer than the bottom of the dress, but at least it covers your ass. If you bent over, that wouldn't be the case, but you don't expect to be bending over much at a bar. Looking at the top you grabbed alongside it causes you to swallow hard. It is almost as deep-cut at the neck as the dress, and shows an incredible amount of mid-drift. You still couldn't wear a bra with it, because no matter what you do, the bottom hem reveals at least a few centimeters of under-boob. You hold up the navy blue fabric tremulously, staring at it even as your eyes start to dry. Undetected, an audio frequency too low for you to consciously hear plays over your speakers from the radio. Finally, you blink. Well, you were planning on wearing something unlike you tonight, and the idea of the looks you'll get wearing something like this is certainly alluring.

You drop the shirt to the bed almost hurriedly, practically ripping off your current top and tossing it into a corner. Before it's hit the floor, you're flinging your bra after it. Pulling the soft fabric of the shirt over your bare nipples causes a shiver to run through you. Once the garment is in place, you pause. Surprise takes you for a moment as you question why you had been in such a rush to put on something so different for you. Shaking your head, you get back to business.

Next comes your pants and underwear. For whatever reason, you start with the skirt, pulling it on over your hips. You look into your mirror, placing your hands on the tight-fitting fabric. The skirt is barely the length of your hands, wrist to tip of the middle finger. A blush crosses your cheeks again at the reminder of how much will show if you bend over. Turning back towards the bed, you are reminded that you neglected the underwear, the thong sitting there on the pillow.

An idea crosses your mind, and your blush deepens dramatically.