Okay. I think this is okay to pass for a costume.
After we had settled in and we got to know each other, my roommates and I were unfortunate in winning the special room so we remained 4. Their names are Martha, Fiona and June. After further deliberation on our part, we drew straws. Martha was decided as room leader. Our room was room 5, so we were upstairs in the Jasmine house. I had confided in Martha that I didn't pay much attention when the Matron was speaking and I would like to know what she said about the meeting tonight and she was nice enough to give me the rundown of everything.
My costume consists of a jacket with a torn-up blouse and skirt, I decided to add a bit of fake blood here and there. Before now I barely had any clothes, although I was given a few new clothes before coming, I felt a pang shredding my clothes. But I closed my eyes and shredded them with my claws
I turn to see the other girls still dressing. June running about like a headless chicken.
No no no, I meant to apply pink blush, how did I end up with red. Now I look like a swallow. June starts wiping her face furiously.
There is loud thumping on the door. You have 5 minutes remaining.
Five minutes, that's barely enough time, I have done my makeup. I have worn my dress. June looks close to crying.
I reach her and grasp her arms. Look I can help you but I can't promise you will look as pretty as you were planning. She bops her head.
I get to work. I rub very vibrant red lipstick on her lips and rubbed in more of that red blush. Then I randomly snatched a dress.
But that is.
No time, put it on.
She does and we quickly run out of the house.
You are late
In less than a minute, please could you...
Silence! The Matron's eyes flash and I shut up. She smiles, I can see she enjoys her job very much. As the both of you are decided to keep we your subjects waiting. You will be getting seats of honour. Dressed the way you are, you do not want the attention.
What is your name?
Me
Yes you
My name is June. She manages to squeak out.
June were you going for the look of a prostitute? Because you nailed it down to the T.
She blanches and shoots daggers at me.
Shall we ladies?
Yes, we shall!! They all respond in some singsong way that grated my nerves.
You all look splendid by the way. Tonight will be the first night you are introduced to the pack. One of you will be the next Luna, so when you meet them greet them as if you would greet your own family.
Someone's sharp nails dig into my arm. You did this on purpose. You wanted to embarrass me. I shake her off and I am surprised I did, I guess I have gotten stronger ever since discovering my wolf.
Firstly, you are ungrateful. I was late because of you and I am getting punished because of you. Secondly, we were both pressed for time and If I didn't help you won't have achieved a look talk less of getting your costume in order. Thirdly, so what your costume screams prostitute, square your shoulders and play the role no one is going to think you are a real prostitute, at least you look smoking hot.
After my outburst, I hear some sniggers of laughter.
I am sorry. I see June looking a bit shamefaced. I should be thanking you. Thank you.
You are welcome. I move to walk faster than her. She catches up with me, since we are both going to be sitting together, we might as well walk together.
Humph
I am sorry. Everything is my fault, you just wanted to help me. The dress was mine. And I could have refused to wear it.
When she sees I am ignoring her. She says if I tell you something embarrassing will you forgive me?
I am listening.
She looks furtively before whispering in my ears. I brought this dress so I would find the opportunity to seduce Alpha Kincaid with it later.
I gasp then start laughing.
Unfortunately, I have to wear it on my first night here.
Hey on the plus side. He will notice you tonight.
Well, I will take my blessings as I see them. By the way, what is your costume?
I am a wolf's meal.
I don't see it.. oh now I do. The slashes in your clothes and the fake blood. Oh now. Now I see it. But it's not noticeable because of your jacket.
My mind immediately whirrs and I am speaking before I know it. Why don't I give you my jacket and it help you feel more comfortable and my costume will look better without it.
Yeah, sure why not.
I quickly divested myself of the offending garment. Here.
She takes it and smiles. Now I look more respectable.
I laugh. She is like what. What a pair we make. The respectable prostitute and Wolf's meal.
She joins me in laughing.
If you two are done back there your highnesses your place of honour awaits you.
I look up to see we had reached a clearing that had been set up with fairy lights, tables and benches, blankets and pillows here and there. The atmosphere seems cozy. I would have almost sighed at the peaceful beauty had my stomach not been twisted in knots.
We are ready anytime you are. I hear the other girls laughing and I follow the matron's line of sight to the centre of the clearing.
Oh hell no