Emma Watson

She wears a cute little vampire costume with blood red lipstick and sharp teeth. Then a layer of slip dresses that are, in some places quite opaque, in others rather see-through. At least enough that you can see a hint of the white thong she’s wearing.

People shout at her as she walks by.

“Emma! Emma!”

“Eat me!”

“Be my whore!”

“Suck me vampire slut!”

At one of them, Emma giggles “I’m not that type of undead girl.”

And you hear Molly groan. You turn toward her and see that your pixieish friend is not particularly impressed. “Not a fan?” You ask.

“This ‘good girl’ thing she’s doing is growing tiresome. Coming here but acting like she’s above it all, and dressing like a pride.”

“You don’t think her outfit is sexy?” You ask, feeling like it’s definitely working for you.

Molly gestures at her own outfit. You take he opportunity to glance it up and down, taking a good hard look at her exposed nipples. She’s your friend’s girlfriend. Your definitely shouldn’t be sucking those nipples before the end of the evening. Right?

Besides, despite current appearances she’s a very sweet, shy person.

“Not to mention” she goes on “I was at an orgy two weeks ago and Emma was there and trust me, she’s not above all this.” Molly’s mind wanders for a moment, she cracks a wicked smile, the type of which you didn’t think she was capable. “I have an idea. Wanna help me have some fun?”

“What kind of fun?” You ask, suspicious that you know, but surprised that Molly would be thinking just that.

She’s very perky at this moment “the kind that results in us ruining Emma Watson. That kind of fun.”