Dress provocatively

After a rifle through her closet and a long, long pause, Natalie thinks Fuck it. She puts together an outfit without thinking about it as much as possible, just choosing the things that she thinks might get her some attention. She doesn't think her looks on their own are going to be sufficient for that - might as well use every tool at her disposal.

Once she's done, she gives herself a critical look in the mirror, biting her lip in a combination of nerves and delight. She's wearing a loose, soft yellow tank top - loose enough that the band and straps of her black bra are visible and even the cups are when she moves the right way. The tank top hangs loose above a short black skirt - not quite a miniskirt, but short enough that she realizes when she bends over to get her sneakers on that she could flash someone if she's not careful. This makes her blush slightly - she's only got a pale blue thong on. But some part of her is willing to admit it: Teddy was the only guy who ever paid attention to her last year, and now that she's an adult she wants eyes.

Straightening up, she gives herself one last once-over, then decides to apply a light coating of pink lip gloss. She smacks her lips and gives her reflection a saucy smirk. {if Sluttery > 40}God, she loves this shit. She shivers in anticipation of the attention, the possible "accidental" brushing and groping she probably has to look forward to.{else}It's not entirely convincing, even to her.{endif} Then she grabs her bookbag and heads out to meet the day.