Yes, it sounds great

You refrain from commenting that your interest in going to the club seems to be the least important problem. But since you haven't planned anything else anyway, you decide to accept the offer. In your old hometown, you didn't often have the opportunity to go to exclusive clubs. The public clubs were full of gray-haired perverts on the lookout for **** girls, and there were a few youth clubs where the hunters were younger but not much better off.

You had no money for the expensive clubs and joining one of the rich bitch's cliques wasn't worth it to you. However, you once dated one of the rich guys at your school. He probably wanted to show off that he could even buy you. The evening ended for him with a drink on his face. Still, the club itself was fantastic. Drinks and snacks were like from a whole different world and nobody needed it to smuggle **** in your drink. It your date would have been a little less of an arrogant asshole, you would probably have ended the night in the way he hoped.

“Sounds nice,” you reply after a moment of thinking, “I would really like to see this Paradise-club.”

“Fine, let’s take a look on what you have to wear,” your brother replies and takes some money from your father, “the club is for high society. With just a jeans and t-shirt, they let nobody in. Not even from our family. A evening dress is required. But something stylish and elegant. Not some second-hand crap or things my grandmother would wear. You are also not on a gala or movie premier. So, not such a dress like the one my mom wore yesterday. We should keep it simple and easy to move in it.”

You nod silent. You can’t believe it, but it seems your brother has some fashion sense. And for the first time since you met him, he sounds not arrogant, angry or insane. He obviously likes talking about clothes and fashion. Maybe he should become a stylist. But you assume becoming a stylist is not easy for a mob-son. Especially not in this city.

In your room, you directly go to your wardrobe. Eric brought you some clothes from your mother’s apartment and you bought some during your shopping trip. However, you still have only two dresses you would describe as stylish and elegant. The first one is a thin, yellow summer dress with some flowers, the other one is a short blue dress.

When you go back to William, you see him look around. Eric or a servant already set up the computer and put office articles and toiletries on its places. Everything is perfectly in line. You wonder if your half-brother is jealous or if he just looks for a reason to complain about your room. Well, compared to his junkyard of a room, has little to complain about.

“That’s all?” your brother says unimpressed and sighs, “well, you can forget about the summer dress. That’s for garden parties. You make yourself and me a laughing stock. But … the blue one is not bad. Try it on!”

You put the dress on. Just like you thought, your brother has no intention to leave the room while you change. But since you keep your underwear, you care little. You already knew he is a pervert and every argument you start will just give him a reason to not take you with him. The dress is really not bad. It is very figure-hugging, goes almost half way to your knees and completely covers your butt and breasts. However, it is sometimes quite permissive. Two straps hold everything up, shoulders and arms are uncovered. Some crossed, blue fabric panels are all you have on your back, the rest is completely free.

“I’m impressed,” your brother mumbles and you can hear he is not happy to admit this, “it’s very good. Even better than I hoped. Add a pair of high heels and you can wear this.”

“Isn’t this a little revealing,” you ask unsure and touch your barely naked back, “I never wear such short dresses.”

“Nonsense,” William replies strict, “compared to the other sluts you are pretty much overdressed. Half of them don’t wear any underwear. Who cares, we still have about three hours before we need to go. Do whatever you want. But be at the front door in time!”