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Onyx walked past them straight toward the stage. The seven ladies on stage were dancing passionately. They were young and enchantingly beautiful. They wore sexy blue miniskirts to show off their long and slender thighs. They tossed their long hair around, fully embracing the beauty of their youth. Even if many people greeted Onyx, they immediately returned their attention to the stage. Boom, boom, boom! The dance music was loud and upbeat, as if it were reminding Onyx that Neptune’s Cove Karaoke was no longer his. Onyx’s blood was boiling. “F*ck off!”

Once he went to live with the Silver Wolves, nobody would be able to find him. “There she comes,” Charlie murmured, the appreciation in his gaze unmistakable. Aaron didn’t understand why he felt like planting his fist on Charlie’s mouth. They had checked out girls together before. When he looked at Keyah, air left his lungs. She was wearing a short, black leather miniskirt that fit her like a second skin, paired with a white cropped top that showed off her flat belly. And of course, she was wearing impossibly high heels. She was still carrying the tote bag; something told Aaron she never went anywhere without it. The skirt showed off her excellent legs, and Aaron found his jaw going slack. M

I laugh and show the girls my choices. “Nope! We are celebrating that asshole going to jail. Que te Folle un Pez! No black!” Ayo exclaims. “Can’t argue with that,” Jess says as the girls start combing through my closet. They pull out a pair of red pleather pants and a white halter top. My hoop earrings and a pair of ankle boots complete the look. Ayo and Jess do my make up and hair. When I look in the mirror, I have to admit that I look good.

internal hair flip while laughing like a devil. —————————— [3rd Person’s P.O.V.] A beautiful maiden wearing a bright and thick sweatshirt along with a short and thin pink skirt dyed paired with a violet beanie. “Hello, Korea! I'm BACK! With a vengeance,” she said with a bitchy finicky voice. “How are the babies I left here? Are they still together? After graduation, are they both still alive? Omyghad! I can't wait to see their tombstone!” she said suppresses a scream while drinking her frappe.

The girl looked young and energetic. She donned a sexy miniskirt with a few braids flowing down her back. A tiny pair of dimples appeared on her cheeks as she pursed her lips slightly. Her pair of large and beautiful eyes appeared quite stunning. A girl that oozed such a youthful aura like her would definitely catch one’s attention. “So this is the Drake family’s second daughter? You’re really a stunning little beauty. If you already look so pretty at such a young age, what will you become in two years’ time when you grow older?”

I said, but my voice trailed off as I took them in. I didn’t know who they were, but the way they were dressed was… something else. They were wearing tiny, micro-mini skirts that showed off every inch of their thighs. My heart did a strange, uncomfortable flip in my chest, and I just wanted to ask them why on earth they would dress that way. "Why are—" I started, but I stopped myself just in time.

Maria sang to her a song they both loved as friends in through,high school and colleges didn't know what to say so she sang. "All this feels strange and untrue, and I won't waste a minuet with out you. My bones ache and my skin feels cold and I'm getting tired and so old. The anger swells in my guts and I won't feel the repercussions. I want so much to for you to open your eyes , cause I need you too look into mine.Tell me that you'll open your eyes."

EPISODE TWELVE "I really feel uncomfortable in this stupid mini skirt you designed yourself". I said as we approached the door. "Hugh! Like you said, designed myself..it's beautiful I know you're so grateful that words failed you". She cackled. "Grateful? I feel stupid and little, lets just get done with this and come back home". I said locking the door and we both entered my car and zoomed off. ______**** "I love this song..." Anita shouted on top her voice because the song was too loud and you can hardly hear someone's voice. She moved her body to the rhythm of the song as she was seated.

Music echoes through the room, vibrating the floor beneath my feet. Searing Latin rhythms blared from the large speakers in the corner of the room, livening up the already festive atmosphere. The air is filled with the sounds of laughter, clapping, and clinking glasses. Kyara and I shouted along to the lyrics, jumping up and down in the crowd without a care in the world. The miniskirt I was wearing fluttered with my movements, and my long hair swayed wildly every time I raised my hands in the air.

She steps in close, her breath hot against my ear. "Trust me, Maddy," she whispers, and her hand lands on my ass with a sharp smack that makes me yelp. "You want to do this too. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t even be here." The sting of her palm lingers, radiating through the thin fabric of my skirt. My pulse jumps, throbbing between my legs. She’s not wrong. I did let her pick out this outfit, the miniskirt so short it barely covers my ass, the flimsy top that clings to my tits like a second skin.