It's not that simple

Valerie stood backstage, shaking nervously, her arms in protective positions while she waited for the judges to descend from the stage. She wanted clothes, and all she had at the moment was a piece of paper. When the judges finally arrived, she questioned them.

"Um, excuse me, but the prize- am I not supposed to get clothes for winning?" she stammered.

"Yes, you did. This voucher in your hand can be redeemed at a store for an year's worth of clothes. You didn't think we would be carrying them with us, now did you?" replied the woman cattily. "Now if you'll excuse me, it's late and my shift is over. I gotta head home."

With that, the judges left, leaving Valerie where she was without any clothes to cover herself.

Iris, who had been watching the exchange, came up to her. "It's okay, hon. I'll take you to the store first thing tomorrow morning. You'll have your clothes before the day begins."

Valerie nodded, although that wasn't much of a relief. She was naked right now, and the promise of clothes later did little to quell the shame within her at this moment. She had **** but to rejoin the party.

The two barely clothed girls attracted a lot of attention on the dance floor. Valerie lost count of the number of people who wanted to buy her a drink. She danced with a few cute guys, and even kissed a girl in exchange for a shot of tequila. She decided to let herself go and enjoy the moment, doing her best to ignore her nudity (even if she knew other people definitely weren't).

The girls danced till the club closed. By the time they exited the place, Iris was too drunk to drive. Thankfully, Steven called them a cab and the girls were able to get in. Valerie didn't even remember how they reached Iris's apartment - one moment, she was getting into the taxi, and in the next, she and Iris were on top of each other in Iris's bed.

As she drifted to sleep, Valerie took one last look at the logo on the piece of paper she had won. It was shaped like a heart, with the silhouette of a woman inside it. She had seen that logo before - something about it made her nervous.

At this moment, though, she was too exhausted to care. She drifted to sleep, eager for tomorrow where she would finally get to own clothes again.

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