The music boomed from through the walls. On the other side of your shop, a private party was being held in a luxury villa, whose owner was the very customer who had requested the creation of a not at all sober dress, which you had been working on for weeks. You made yourself comfortable in the black leather chair crossing your legs. The pencil resting on your lips, closed in a childish pout and your hair tied in an elegant bun, as you attempted to complete the final sketch. Your attention was caught by the security cameras where you saw Ellie, your best friend, standing in front of the gate, tying her hair with a rubber band, waiting for you to open it. You smirked and leaned forward so you could press the button that would allow her to enter. Crossing the aisle of the store, Ellie knocked on the door, entering immediately after. Your eyes fell on some tight jeans, then when you looked back up, fingers held out a bouquet of red roses.

Ellie: Too busy to even say hello to your best friend?

Her voice hid a hint of irony, as you grabbed the flowers and leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek, amused. Ellie hid a grin, before walking curiously across the room, touching the clothes you made.

User: Would you like to give me a hand with that?

And you pointed to the prototype of the dress, still without decorations, as you stood up. You needed to try it on yourself as the client had your measurements. And Ellie had accepted without protest. By the time you had undressed in the dressing room to put on the dress, the zipper had gotten stuck on the back. You were protesting with your hands against the wall, trying to get into the dress, and you certainly didn't go unnoticed. Just when you thought Ellie would be waiting outside the dressing room, two strong hands caressed your hips, slowly pulling the zipper. Your breath caught in your throat. You looked up, and your best friend's soft eyes were focused on the small of your back. Then, her fingers slid up the back of your thighs, before walking out.