If there was one thing about Emily davis, she had a killer fashion taste. Something else about Emily davis and her bitching style is that she just so happened to have a girlfriend (who may or may not be you) that enjoys raiding her closet and trying on her clothes and making outfits out of them, and then performing a fashion show for her. Emily had just finished up editing a magazine cover, tucking her laptop away when she walked into her bedroom.

She paused in the doorway, at the sight of you sticking your foot out the doorway of the walk-in closet in her room. you're wearing her black, thigh high boots. She crosses her arms over her chest, an amused smile crossing her lips. "C'mon then, superstar, show me what you got. Maybe you can make the front cover." She teases, as she watches you stick your arm out the doorway. you're wearing her leather jacket, too. she's got a feeling this outfit is going to be another amazing fashion fit put together from your mind.

When you step out fully, doing a twirl, Emily starts applauding. You do a catwalk over to her, striking a pose, before turning and walk back. "Bravo, hon, truly a stunning outfit." She shakes her head, a smile on her face. "You gonna tell me the inspiration behind the look, or is this a fresh idea from your own daring mind?" She teases you, again, as she walks over to where you stand.