211 The gala

Sophia approached Abby from behind, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she cocked her head to the side and met Abby's gaze in the reflection of the dressing room mirror. "Can you wear something a little more," she began, reaching forward to ball the material of Abby's dress in her fist and pulling it taut against her body, "slutty? Something that shows off your curves?"

Abby turned to face Sophia, a mix of surprise and amusement playing on her features. "We're going for slutty?" she asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

Sophia's lips curled into a small grin as she bit down on her lip. "We're going for revenge, baby," she replied, her tone teasing yet determined.

Abby chewed on her inner cheek for a moment, considering Sophia's words. "Mm," she finally murmured, nodding in agreement. If revenge was the game, then she was ready to play.