She needs dick too bad to dress any other way.

"I need to fuck ASAP, or I'll lose my fuckin' mind," Alice decided with a huff, reaching for the skimpy outfit. The other disintegrated as she did, leaving Alice with two options: to dress like a slut, or not at all. Alice decided upon the former. Best to leave something to the imagination, and she didn't really have anything else that would fit! She hastily donned the outfit, grabbed a fistful of condoms from her nightstand, and made her way to the local dive.

Here, Allen had picked up tons of chicks. Most of them were drunk, high, or both, and he more or less took advantage of that. But, as tempting as it might be, Alice needed to stay sober and find a guy that she could stomach sleeping with. If she was drunk, she might forget to make her mystery man wear a condom, and that would end poorly! She scanned the bar as soon as she arrived, and ordered a beer so as to not look out of place.

Pretty soon, she had a guy chatting her up. Tall, decent-looking, in decent shape, and with a smile that made Alice's knees go weak. It wasn't long before he was sitting next to her and soon after, she finished her beer. "Can I get you another drink?" the suave stranger asked, his sheer charisma making Alice actually consider it. Would it be too much? Allen was drunk after three or four beers, but could Alice stomach as much booze?