Leylah Fernandez

Turning around, Emma saw Leylah Fernandez grinning and looking her nearly bare body up and down.

"Hi, Leylah," Emma smiled weakly, unable to make eye contact.

"So what's so wild about you?" Leylah asked.

"What?"

"Your t-shirt," Leylah pointed. "I can see you're wet, but how are you wild?"

"Oh, err...this isn't mine..." Emma chuckled nervously.

"Shame, it suits you," Leylah giggled. "Fancy a drink?"

Before waiting for an answer, the Canadian grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the nearest bar.

"No, wait!" Emma protested, her bare feet unable to find any resistance a she failed to free herself.

After stumbling inside, rather than feeling relieved at being off the street, Emma felt more exposed.

Leylah was wearing a stunning dress, looking a million dollars and drawing every eye in the room. Compared to her perfection, Emma was dripping water onto the floor, wearing only a thin, translucent t-shirt, shivering and bare footed.

"Go and find a booth, and I'll get is some drinks," Leylah said, heading towards the bar.

If Emma had her wits about her, she would have worked out it was all staged. She'd have remembered that there were restrictions on the sale of **** in Dubai, and thought it suspicious how easily the bouncer had let them enter despite the inappropriateness of her outfit.

But wet, half-naked and humiliated, Emma was focused only clinging to whatever dignity she had left...making her a prime target for the Prank'd! team.