They go to a nightclub

As they approached the bustling nightclub, the neon lights reflecting off their freshly painted faces, the bouncer's gaze lingered on their transformed figures. He took a moment to appreciate the way the dresses hugged their new forms, his eyes trailing over their legs, which seemed to go on forever in their heels. A slow grin spread across his face as he nodded, letting them pass without a glance at their IDs. In the flashy nightclub, they reveled in the admiration of strangers.

Mary and Donna danced, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm, their inhibitions peeled away as they enjoyed their newfound youth and beauty. They giggled as they turned heads, their movements getting more sensual, their smiles more seductive. The thrill of the power was a heady cocktail, and they were drunk on it.

The duo each pressed the button again to enhance the music, the lights, and the atmosphere around them. With each press, the club grew more decadent, the music more intoxicating, and the people more eager to please.

Their dance grew more brazen as the night progressed, neither Donna nor Mary realizing that the button's corruptive influence was seeping into their very essence. The men around them could not resist their newfound allure. They watched, transfixed, as the two friends flirted and teased without a care for the consequences.

Donna leaned in, her breath hot against Mary's ear. "Let's go to the VIP section," she said, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down Mary's spine. "We deserve it." Without waiting for a response,Donna pressed the button once more. The velvet ropes parted before them as if by magic, and they were ushered into a private oasis of debauchery.

The VIP section was a swirl of glittering lights and gyrating bodies, the music a symphony of desire. They were offered drinks by eager bartenders, and the men and women who surrounded them were dressed to kill. Or be killed, Mary mused darkly, watching as a scantily-clad dark-haired woman draped herself over a burly man with a gleaming gold watch.

Donna was already on the dance floor, her movements sinuous and predatory. She locked eyes with a young man in a designer suit, and he was powerless to resist. The way he looked at her made Mary feel a twinge of something unfamiliar—was it envy or was it something more primal?

She didn’t want to be left behind. Her eyes fell on a handsome stranger in the corner, his gaze intense and unwavering. He was the kind of man she had always dreamed of in her quiet solitude, a man who could sweep her off her feet and take her on wild adventures. But now, under the button's influence, she didn't just want to be swept away—she wanted to be the one in control.

With a smoldering look that she didn't know she was capable of, Mary made her way over to the stranger. He was tall, with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. She felt a thrill of excitement, mixed with a hint of danger. This wasn't like her, but she liked it—no, she craved it.

The stranger took her hand, pulling her into a sensual dance. Donna's voice was a distant echo as she watched her friend disappear into the throng of dancers, the button's power working its dark magic on her as well. His breath was hot on her neck, sending shivers down her spine as he whispered back, his words as filthy as they were enticing.

Mary's hips swayed against the stranger's, each movement more sensuous and daring than the last. She whispered sweet nothings in his ear, her voice a purr of need and want. The music was a pulsing heartbeat that matched their own, guiding them in a dance as old as time itself—the dance of predator and prey. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, slipping under the fabric of her dress to graze the bare skin beneath. She gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her veins.

Mary whispered in his ear, her voice low and filled with a wanton desire that made his blood race. "Tell me what you want," she breathed, her teeth grazing the lobe of his ear. He leaned closer, his breath hot against her cheek as he whispered back, "I want to devour you, taste every inch of your sweet flesh."

The room swirled around them, the music a distant throb, the lights a kaleidoscope of colors that painted their faces in a sensual haze. Mary felt a hand on her lower back, guiding her through the crush of bodies to a dimly lit hallway. She knew where this was heading and didn't care. She wanted it—needed it. The stranger's touch was a ****, making her feel alive in a way she had never felt before.

With a sense of urgency, she followed him to the bathroom, the beat of the music pulsing in time with her racing heart. But when she pushed open the door, the scene that greeted her was not what she expected. She gasped as she saw Donna on her knees, her lips wrapped around not one, but two men, alternately sucking them. Their faces were lost in pleasure, their eyes closed as they reveled in her skilled ministrations.