Stells and I spent the next three hours catching up on everything I had missed as we got ready for our big night out on the town. Sven hung out on my bed scrolling through one of his hookup apps, searching for someone local he could meet up with tonight. He would nod occasionally and add some colorful commentary to some of Stells' wild stories. I felt so at ease with them here. In a way, this was exactly what I needed right now. Life didn't seem so dark when you had supportive friends like the Leigh's telling you how wonderful you are. I wished there was a way to blend the good parts of my two worlds together. Things would be a lot simpler for me if I could.

Stells pulled out her outfit and I was surprised to see she had changed her color theme to all black in the days since I left town. Everything she showed me was dark and smoky, which thrilled me. At least tonight she wasn't planning on dressing us in salmon or some other weird color that normal people avoided.

"I bought you something," Stells said with a mischievous look on her face. She pulled out a large box with a bow on it and handed it to me.

"What's this?" I asked eagerly.

"The outfit I am going to make you wear tonight." She laughed. "You can try it on after we make you look like a hot mess."

Sadly, I knew what she meant to say. Every now and then, she and Sven would translate something a little strangely. I chuckled at how terrible she made it sound.

Stells refused to let me pull my hair up tonight even though I knew the club would be hot. She said the look we were going for was "untamed" lioness. She slathered my hair with some curling product and used the diffuser to scrunch up my natural, dark curls. When she was done, my hair was larger than life and looked like I had spent the last twelve hours in bed getting railed.

She started on my makeup next. She gave dark, smoky winged eyes with a silvery shadow. My naturally long eyelashes were soaring sky high by the time she was done. I could thank my dad for those. My Miller genes made me crazy, but they definitely blessed me in many ways as well. It was like the Millers had made a deal with the devil at some point in our lineage. We traded our sanity for a little help in the looks department.

Stells clapped her hands in excitement when she finished doodling on my eyes. I loved how artistic she was. I would never look half as amazing as I did if it weren't for her skills. If she wasn't such a talented musician, she would have had a fantastic career as a make-up artist.

She completed my look with a light pink lip gloss and stepped back to admire her work.

I smiled when I looked in the mirror. She had no idea how much I mentally needed this makeover right now.

"Sven, doesn't she look hot?" Stells asked the preoccupied oversized Viking lying across my bed. He was busy swiping at pictures of random guys. Every few seconds, he would pause while he studied a picture, shook his head, and swiped again. He was extremely picky.

"Sister, you are good, but you know she looks sexy even in a green face mask. Don't pat yourself on the back too hard." Sven joked.

"You two are nuts." I laughed, studying my makeup and hair in the mirror one last time.

Stells shoved me away from the mirror and into the bathroom to go change. I opened the box and shook my head.

Stells was a maniac.

I picked up the first item and it was a black lace thong that had two thin straps on each side to hold them up. The pattern looked like a sheer butterfly on the front and had a matching design on the back where it met. The strangest thing about the panties were the two strings of white pearls that went between the legs. They were very pretty but so impractical.

They looked incredibly uncomfortable.

There was no way she bought these for me. Who did she think I was going to be showing these to tonight? The only reason one would wear such flashy panties would be to show them to someone. That was definitely not on the agenda this evening.

Inside the box was a bra that went with it perfectly. It was completely see-through and had the same butterfly detailing. I was glad to see it wasn't decorated with pearls too. No girl wanted lumpy boobs under their clothes.

I pulled off my way more comfortable clothes and decided to just go with it. I would end up complying in the end and there wasn't a lot of time for me to put up much of a fight. If I did argue with Stells, she would just throw the door open and wrestle me until I gave in. The little mischief-maker was a lot stronger than she looked. She would tie me into a pretzel and force me into them.

I held up the dress she bought, which was made from the same fabric as a worn t-shirt. The dress was tiny and covered just enough of me to be considered appropriate for public. It was black and tight in all the right places with jagged cutouts that ran down the front to a spot a few inches below my belly button. I could see the detail of the bra between the cutouts. If I looked close enough, I'm sure the top of the panties were peeking out too.

It was scandalous. I swear she liked to dress me like a streetwalker. I didn't have half her fashion sense, so I trusted her, but I was really not feeling this look tonight. It was way too over the top for an Ohio club. I would stick out like a sore thumb.

The last items in the bottom of the box were some shiny thigh-high stiletto boots, two thick black leather wrist bands, and a new thick black choker with a little silver metal ring on the front to match. I was excited about the new choker. I was thrilled Stells didn't forget about my little scar hang-up. This one kind of looked like a dog collar, but I liked it a lot more than any of the other ones I brought with me. It went well with the boots.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Cameron was already sitting on the bed with a huge smile on his face. He was casually leaning back on his elbows, talking to Stells. He looked so relaxed. He had changed into basic black, tighter than normal jeans and a tight black button-up. He had his sleeves rolled up to show off his amazing, toned forearms. His perfectly tapered torso was delicious under the clingy fabric. Cameron Nash didn't need flashy to stand out. In fact, the only accessory he was wearing was a simple watch with a black band which made him look like he walked right off a fashion runway and hopped into my bed. His hair was sticking up just perfectly in the front. My boy even styled his hair for me tonight.

Even that little naughty little dimple came out tonight to taunt me.

Fuck me, that dimple was begging to be licked.

He was such a dirty boy.

I was extremely aroused already and I had no idea why. Stells and Sven were lucky Cameron and I weren't together. I wouldn't have hesitated to kick them out of the room so I could go to town on this boy before we left the house tonight.

I squeezed my thighs together and shifted around uncomfortably. I was soaking already. The panties were tiny, which meant it didn't take much to feel the dampness dripping down my thighs.

What the hell was my problem?

Cameron turned his head to look at me and his eyes flickered over my breasts and down my body to the little patch of skin visible between the top of my boots and my dress. He smiled when he saw me already squirming with my thighs clenched.

Stells and Sven turned their heads and gawked at me too. Everyone was staring at me like I had horns growing out of my forehead. I reached my hand up to my head to double check both sides just to be safe.

Nope, no horns.

"You look like you're ready," Stells said with a smile creeping over her face.

I nodded, unable to say anything. This was going to be an interesting night.