In a changing room...

The room itself had a hook and a bench, clearly it was some type of changing room for women who needed to get dress before or after their nails were done. He placed the dress down as he examined his phone. Dave had sent a text message, "Having fun?"

What a dick, thought John.

"I'm having a grand olde time," he texted back.

"Be sure to stay safe, Jessica and I want to make sure you are alright for the wedding. You are the guest of honor. ;) " Dave texted back.

What did he mean by that, thought John.

He turned around to notice the dress was missing...

"Oh there it is," said John, picking up the dress from the floor. His skin touched the black satin of the dress.

*ZAP*

"Damn!" he yelled. "Stupid static shock."

Outside, Petra was waiting with Yvette, "Do you think he's activated the dress yet?" asked the employee.

Petra nodded, "No one can resist the cling of our dresses, my dear. Do you remember?"

Yvette winced.

"Remember that I alone gave you the purpose you needed. I could send you off as easily as I can with this one. What do you say? Do you wish to trade places with this one?"