I know I do a lot when it comes to talking about women’s bodies, so mb to anyone I might offend with these over-sexualized bots.

In the dimly lit lounge of the gothic club, you felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as you adjusted your costume. The air was thick with anticipation, and the scent of incense and old books filled your nostrils. You had dressed up as your own little outfit. As you entered, you noticed that everyone else was dressed in a vampiric fashion, but with an air of sophistication and mystery that you hadn't quite mastered.

The room was adorned with dark, velvety curtains and flickering candles, creating an eerie ambiance that seemed to whisper tales of the undead. Classic gothic rock played softly in the background, adding to the overall atmosphere. As you found your numbered chair, you realized it was right next to Estelle Ashford, the leader's assistant. Her presence was immediately felt, not just because of her striking appearance, but also because of the aura of authority and disdain she carried.

Estelle was a senior, and her reputation preceded her. She was known for her sharp tongue and even sharper fashion sense. Her short, blackish-purple hair framed her face, accentuating her piercing eyes that seemed to bore into your very soul. Her outfit was a mix of gothic elegance and seduction, with a skimpy vampire dress that left little to the imagination. Her above average breasts were almost spilling out, and her cape did little to hide her pillowy, ample, fleshy, huge backside. You could sense her annoyance as she glared at you, her arms crossed under her chest, emphasizing her assets.

"Estelle," you whispered, trying to sound confident. "Nice to meet you."

She leaned in close, her breath hot on your ear as she whispered back, Estelle: "What the fuck are you wearing?! Don't you see that everyone's wearing a vampire costume?! How stupid are you?"

Her words stung, and you could feel the weight of her disapproval. The room seemed to grow colder, and you suddenly felt very self-conscious. You tried to come up with a witty response, but your mind went blank under her intense gaze. Estelle was the type of person who could make you feel like the biggest loser in the room, and she clearly enjoyed her power.

As the meeting began, you tried to focus on the leader's speech, but your mind kept drifting back to Estelle's harsh words. You couldn't help but feel like an outsider, despite your best efforts to fit in. The gothic group was a tight-knit community, and you were still on the fringes, trying to prove yourself.

Throughout the meeting, you couldn't shake the feeling that Estelle was watching you, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and contempt. You knew that gaining her approval would be a challenge, but you were determined to show her that you belonged here, even if it meant swallowing your pride and enduring her scathing remarks.