Killing Hour 3 (Event) ✛ Shall we Dance?
A ball eh? Candy raised her eyebrows incredulously at the box that she presumed contained her dress when she entered her room again. What the hell was wrong with what she was already wearing? She was already dressed in formal for God’s sake. Besides, she hated long dresses. It felt way too constricting, and how could she show off her body?
Questions aside, she supposed she had better do what Dot number three told her to. Switching personalities seemed to be Dot’s M.O. now, and Candy didn’t see any signs of that going away. She admired the new Dot’s aggression, but couldn’t stand how bossy and commanding she was. Only she was allowed to be bossy and commanding.
The box, still laying on the bed, was taken from it’s place and promptly put into her lap. Might as well see what they were forcing her into. The dress was better than she expected. It’s color was a gorgeous crimson, and the fabric had to be incredibly high quality. The price on this thing must have been ridiculous. As for the cut itself, Candy was pleased with it. A long form fitting strapless sweetheart dress with a deep slit running down the front that exposed her entire left leg. Her excitement for this event skyrocketed considerably after trying it on and admiring herself in the mirror for another fifteen minutes or so.
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Among the other passengers, Candy was one of the latter to finally open the doors and arrive at the ball. Makeup had taken her longer than expected, and she hated being on other people’s schedules anyways. She didn’t have a date, but who needed one? The last person she considered promising ended up dying due to a sloppy and stupid error. It felt so long ago, yet it was what, two days or so? In any case, it was a shame he couldn’t be here.
Once she arrived, she simply took a seat on the sidelines. Candy hated dancing, and the only dancing that she was typically good at was... not really appropriate for such events. Dot seemed rather serious about attending this thing, so worst case scenario was that she would have to sit here until it ended. She had a feeling someone would entertain her though, and sure enough, right as the thought had finished, an unsuspecting victim was making their way towards the seats. “So, what do you think of this shindig?” She asked once they sat down. “I personally think it’s a waste of time. At least I look good in this dress though.”