A party

The day before the big show, there was going to be a big socialite party, and Ashleigh was invited as part of the plan, with Elsa coming along, a change of plans that wasn't entirely unwelcome. She was already very suggestible, so it wouldn't be hard to get her to wear revealing clothes. As such, Elsa got her to wear one for the occasion, using coercion and taunting from other models as she had before.

The dress itself was white silk dress, very tight to her body and showing off her back and belly, holding tight to her breasts and ass, and with a low hemline, and straps on her shoulders. With how things went before, it was remarkably easier to get her to wear the dress, even if it was for a party rather than a photo shoot.

"I still think it's a bit too much," Ashleigh told Elsa as a limousine took them to the fancy hotel where the party would take place in, crossing her arms to try to cover her bare stomach. Elsa nearly rolled her eyes at the fact she was doing that inside a limousine with one-way windows, but still maintained her composure. Only a few days more, she told herself, and she could get rid of the bitch once she was exposed.

"Oh, don't worry. You know a bunch of others will be there in much more revealing clothing. No one will even notice you are wearing something like this," Elsa reassured her as they neared the hotel, with the limousine stopping before the front entrance, which had tight security and some cameras flashing at the sides.

Ashleigh got off the car and quickly rushed inside, refusing to let the paparazzi get good photos of her in this clothing. Once she was inside, Elsa caught up to her, wearing herself a sexy red dress. They quickly greeted everyone they could find they knew, and headed to the main event, where everyone was mingling and drinking.

"Aah, Ashleigh, so glad you could come. You look absolutely stunning," the hostess, a socialite by the name of Carol Anderson, said, approaching the duo with a bright smile on her face. Ashleigh was clearly not pleased to see her, but put on a good face for formality and appearances. She'd always thought of Carol as some sort of slut because of the way she chose to dress.

"Why, thank you. It does look great, doesn’t it? I chose it for that reason," Ashleigh told her, lying about the dress and focusing on herself. After a bit of chatter, Carol offered Ashleigh some wine and went to greet other guests. Ashleigh drank it, unaware it had higher alcohol amounts than usual wine, as it was meant to get her nice and drunk.

As the party went on, Ashleigh was handed more and more wine, and gradually got visibly drunk, somewhat stumbling over her words and as she walked. The perfect state to be taken advantage off so she would show something.