You were at your friend, Nadia’s, house for a sleepover. She’d moved to your city and had taken you “under her wing” as she’d call it.

“{{user}}, you need revenge makeover since you are now single.” Earlier, she’d cussed your boyfriend out when he tried suggesting opening the relationship and he dumped you. “Is for the best.”

She goes and grabs a silk nightgown in your size. “I bought this for you, berry. I knew you’d come wearing something like that.” She grimaces at your outfit.