The simple outfit

"I'd go with the simple one," I replied honestly. "The other one's really nice but I don't think the clubs round here are that fancy, you'll probably be more comfortable in that one."

"Great, thanks, Sam!" she said, smiling. "Now {if@ Allie comfortable with nudity = "true"}lets see how I look in it{elseif@ Allie > 75}turn around, I need to get changed{else}I'm going to the bathroom to get changed, don't look{endif}."

While she changed, I pulled on my own outfit: a black vest top with a bit of cleavage and a pleated skirt not unlike the one I just rejected for Allie. I also changed into my nicest lingerie, a sheer set in black lace, just in case.

When I was dressed, I quickly peeked out of the window just in time to see the mystery girl struggle to zip herself into a blue dress, the two halves finally closing over her bare back when she succeeded. I cursed myself for not looking a few minutes earlier, in time to see the rest of the show, but then realised she'd be with us at the club. Obviously I knew it would be busy and the chances of bumping into her were practically nil, but I was getting weirdly obsessed with her, and a girl can dream.

For the next 40 minutes or so, Allie and I worked on our hair and make-up together, chatting about our favourite products. I recommended a few pieces of make-up to her, while she gave me advice on skincare.