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FF969 - The Date Night Demolition
The atmosphere in the dressing room was suffocating. Siobhan Graves stood before the mirror, applying the final touches to her makeup, looking stunning in an emerald green wrap dress. She was ready for her date, radiating anticipation. But hovering just behind her was Kitty Quinzelle, a picture of simmering rage in a red floral mini-dress. Kitty was convinced that Siobhan’s mystery date was the blonde guy she had been chasing for weeks. She crowded Siobhan, leaning in, whispering accusations, trying to psyche her friend out and ruin the mood. Siobhan tried to ignore it, but Kitty physically blocked her, invading her space until Siobhan snapped. "Get off me!" she screamed, shoving the redhead away.
That shove was the starting gun. Kitty didn't back down; she attacked. The argument exploded into a vicious brawl right there in front of the mirror. Kitty grabbed Siobhan’s green dress, and the sound of ripping fabric filled the room. She tore the garment violently, pulling it off Siobhan’s shoulders and dragging it down, determined to ensure Siobhan wouldn't be going anywhere tonight.
Siobhan retaliated with equal fury. If her date was ruined, Kitty’s dress was going with it. She clawed at the red floral fabric, ripping it open and tearing it from Kitty’s body. The two women crashed to the floor, a tangle of limbs and shredded rayon. They wrestled furiously on the wooden boards, stripping each other down to their black and red lingerie in a frenzy of jealousy. In the end, Kitty overpowered her rival, straddling the half-naked Siobhan and wrapping her hands around her throat, choking the life out of the date night before it had even begun. The blonde guy would be waiting a long time, while his would-be dates destroyed each other in a pile of ruined clothes.
The atmosphere in the dressing room was suffocating. Siobhan Graves stood before the mirror, applying the final touches to her makeup, looking stunning in an emerald green wrap dress. She was ready for her date, radiating anticipation. But hovering just behind her was Kitty Quinzelle, a picture of simmering rage in a red floral mini-dress. Kitty was convinced that Siobhan’s mystery date was the blonde guy she had been chasing for weeks. She crowded Siobhan, leaning in, whispering accusations, trying to psyche her friend out and ruin the mood. Siobhan tried to ignore it, but Kitty physically blocked her, invading her space until Siobhan snapped. "Get off me!" she screamed, shoving the redhead away.
That shove was the starting gun. Kitty didn't back down; she attacked. The argument exploded into a vicious brawl right there in front of the mirror. Kitty grabbed Siobhan’s green dress, and the sound of ripping fabric filled the room. She tore the garment violently, pulling it off Siobhan’s shoulders and dragging it down, determined to ensure Siobhan wouldn't be going anywhere tonight.
Siobhan retaliated with equal fury. If her date was ruined, Kitty’s dress was going with it. She clawed at the red floral fabric, ripping it open and tearing it from Kitty’s body. The two women crashed to the floor, a tangle of limbs and shredded rayon. They wrestled furiously on the wooden boards, stripping each other down to their black and red lingerie in a frenzy of jealousy. In the end, Kitty overpowered her rival, straddling the half-naked Siobhan and wrapping her hands around her throat, choking the life out of the date night before it had even begun. The blonde guy would be waiting a long time, while his would-be dates destroyed each other in a pile of ruined clothes.
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