Try a sexy outfit

You decide to play up your womanly side, and buy a shiny, dark gray dress that's short and tight, with a deep neckline that shows major cleavage. You find some serious heels and bold, sexy black lingerie. You pay a lot of money to get a rush job on your hair and makeup at a salon in the mall. They put sultry eyeshadow on you, and pin your hair up like a movie star. Olivia's pretty vain, so she may respect this approach.

You arrive at the club a little after the other girls, and they're all looking cute and pretty too, but not as extremely as you are. You're even taller than usual in heels, and everyone notices you the second you enter the club. Several people ask you to dance before you even reach the bar, where Olivia and the others are.

Olivia is at your side right away, complimenting you. To her, everything is an opportunity to be photographed, so of course she wants to be next to the hottest girl. Meanwhile, she's looking pretty hot herself in an incredibly tight, yet flimsy, yellow dress with a lot of mesh and some serious heels. It's such an effortless look, totally confident, but also very sultry. The dress clings to her, the neckline showing tons of cleavage, and the hem so high that she must have a g-string on, because you'd be able to see the lines of any other underwear.

She offers to buy you a drink, and sticks to your for the next hours. She looks thrilled when you pull her onto the floor to dance. She's a great dancer. Everything she does is graceful and sexy. She moves her hips like an expert dancer in a music video, and she's a little drunk. She doesn't mind getting up close and personal, and you worry a bit when she turns her back and puts her rear up against you. You are all for dirty dancing, but you don't want to make a mess right here on the floor. You run your hands over her body, matching her rhythm and whispering very lewd things in her ear.

Her dress is very risky, and not made for this much... action. Her clip on the front snaps, and her right boob pops out very openly, shiny with sweat from her exertion.

You grab it to cover her up... but you also just grabbed it. You feel her hard nipple, and she shivers in your arms.

"Thanks," she says ironically. Now what? Do you let go? Can you fix the dress? Does anyone care? She's panting and looking up at you, her body against yours.

"Can't dance without a dress," she says.