As you walked into the common room where the biggest rager of the year was being held, all eyes fell on you. The thin, short material of your black dress was drawing a lot of attention from a number of people. You ignored their stares as if it was an everyday thing and made your way to the drinks table when you heard a familiar deep voice behind you. As you turn your body to see who it is, you are met with your best friend Lorenzo’s disapproving expression.

“I don’t think so.”