Martha's friend

You stop and turn around to see who it is, your frown turning upside down when you recognize Martha's friend from earlier. She's alone and Martha herself is nowhere to be seen.

"Hi...?" you say tentatively. Under the bright lights near the entrance to the ballroom, you can now see that the tall, skinny blonde isn't wearing a bra under her sleek dress. Her nipples are prominently poking out, almost screaming for you to stare at them, which you try to resist doing so too blatantly. On top of that, the body glitter on her chest makes it even more difficult to not stare.

"Hi! I'm Elsa! Martha's friend," she introduces herself.

"Elsa... like the cartoon princess?"

The blonde giggles. "Yes! But she's not named after me. People always ask me about that. No, I'm Elsa Hosk, from Sweden."

"Are you a model too?"

"Yes! I'm a VS Angel like Martha."

"Ah... speaking of Martha... where is she? I wanted to say hello before I left, but I can't seem to find her."

"Oh, she got a call from her super and had to go back to her apartment. There's a leak in the unit upstairs and the water's getting into her place. Anyway, the night is still early. Do you want to go somewhere?"

"Together?" you ask stupidly.

Elsa giggles again, probably used to men acting like fools around her. "Yes, silly. Do you have a car?"

"Uh... yeah... the driver's waiting outside. Let's go..." you say, offering her arm to hold and she takes it. Along the way, you can spy the envious looks other men with their wives and girlfriends are giving you. It makes you hold your head up higher, if that was possible, as you step into the limousine waiting by the curb with the supermodel on 1 arm.