Emma Stone

Sexy. Adorable. Gorgeous. You’ve always had more than a bit of a crush on Emma Stone and now seeing her in person, she’s spectacular.

She’s dressed as an angel, feathery wings, glitter on her cheeks, a tight white bodice and... something you hadn’t noticed at first. How it wasn’t the first thing you noticed, you can’t fathom. They say that sometimes when presented with realities beyond one’s understanding, one simply fails to see what’s right before their eyes.

In this case, that’s the fact that Emma’s costume has no bottom. Nothing. She is absolutely nude from the waist down.

The men in the club gawp and stare. You gawp and stare at her plump ass and tight shaved slit.

“Now boys,” Emma addresses the crowd around her. “I know you can see my pussy, but I’m not here to fuck you.”

The crowd is filled with groans and moans and some laughter.

“I know, I’m disappointed too” Emma jokes. “I have to get back to my own party tonight. What I’m here for is to collect a blonde girl. So if you have any girlfriends you’d like to donate, we can talk.”

This makes no sense to you, so when you hear Molly go “Hmm, no kidding” you sense an opportunity for an explanation.

“What?” You ask eagerly.

“I guess the rumors are true.” Molly says to herself.

“Cmon, What?” You insist.

“The Red Angel Gala. Redheads only Halloween party. On Halloween night they collect blondes and brunettes from around town and... well no one knows what they do with them. Hell no one really knew it existed at all.”

Now this sounds like something worth exploring.

“We should go” you say

Molly points to her brown pixie hair “Not exactly invited”

But that answer isn’t satisfactory to you. Already you’re hatching a plan.