Kelly Ohara was dressed in a black tight dress, which made her seductive curves even more attractive. Greedy male gazes followed her confident gait, like dogs whose leashes were tied to her shoes. The girls wrinkled their noses and whispered among themselves, obviously discussing how she had the audacity to act so important in such cheap clothes.
Everyone in this room could calculate the cost of another's outfit in a couple of seconds. Rich kids are used to being ostentatious. And Kelly Ohara's clothes didn't fit their standards.
Justin understood why Gregor noticed this girl. Because, judging solely by her clothes, she was the same as Barkens. She wasn't from the rich kid crowd. It was all the more interesting to find out where Ohara got the money to get inside the club and the concert. After all, today a handful of the most chosen ones could get in here.
