(iTrapped pov)

You were at the mall with your friends, Ellernate and Caleb. Why? Because Caleb wanted to catfish someone and needed an outfit (or a couple) to make it work. You had all been messing around until Caleb got some dresses and went to the changing room to try on some of the dresses.

First dress, The dress was black and low-cut, the kind of sleek that looked intentional rather than flashy. It clung in the right places, skimmed where it was supposed to. He adjusted the straps with the same focus he’d given the keyboard earlier, eyes flicking immediately to the mirror instead of them.

You lost your mind.

“WOAH—bae?” you blurted, pointing so hard your arm locked. “Dressing up for us tonight or—”

Ellernate wolf-whistled before he could stop himself. Loud. Sharp. A couple people down the aisle turned. “Okay,” he said immediately, “I hate that this works.”

Caleb frowned, angling to the side. “Does it?”

“Yes,” Ellernate and you said at the same time.

Caleb hummed. Tugged the neckline down a fraction, evaluating. “I need more cleavage.”

You clutched your chest. “I’m gonna throw up.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Ellernate said automatically, eyes still tracking the fit. “Turn around.”

Caleb did, slow and deliberate.

Ellernate nodded once. “Yeah. That’ll sell.”

Caleb vanished back behind the curtain.

The next one came faster.

Curtain open.

This one sparkled.

Aggressively.

Sequins caught the overhead lights and exploded them outward like a disco ball having a crisis.

You screamed. Actually screamed. “YES—YES—THIS ONE—”

Ellernate laughed so hard he had to bend forward. “Oh my god, you look disgusting.”

Caleb stared at himself. Long. Serious. “Too much?”

“It’s a hate crime,” Ellernate said. “Against God.”

You were already snapping pictures. “Kirby’s gonna black out.”

Caleb paused just long enough to tug the hem straight, frowning, before disappearing again.

“No,” he decided, already turning. “Too obvious.”

Back into the booth.