One look and Claire knows this is not her crowd. This is the jet-set/model/fashionista crowd. The men have perfectly sculpted bodies, the women every inch a super model. Or probably this is one big porn shoot. Nevertheless, Claire feels immediately small and out of place—where does she put herself? Where is Gabriel Tan? There's not even a familiar soul in sight.
But like what she did in many social affairs she attended in the past, Claire adopts her time-tested formula: stay with the smaller crowds, with individuals, as possible. Ones who seem most unlikely to scoff at her attempts at socialization. But why is she overthinking? Underneath this fluffy bathrobe are killer curves that can outmatch any of these under-fed, lanky, anorexic bikini babes out here. She has no reason to feel inferior at all. What if she walks to the center of it all, and just drops the bathrobe for her heart-breakingly gorgeous sexiness to shine in all its glory?
