You tear through your closet, searching for a dress or something to wear. Your friend, who is standing behind you, is waiting.

You pause when you reach the back and pull out a small, silky black dress. It was strapless, a little small, and the waist seemed to retract inward just a little.

You turn around, dress in hand. Your friend immediately shakes her head. "No way. You'll have manwhores all over you."

Krie walks in and smiles at you.

"Wear whatever you want. I know how to shoot a gun."