"A dress? But it's tiny." I examined the teeny bit of fabric.
"That's the point." She shook her head. "Now let's get you into it."
I swallowed hard. "You really expect me to walk out of here in just that?"
"In a few days every man in the Circle will have seen you naked, honey. Stop worrying so much."
Circle? I had no idea what that was, but the idea of being personally Corded was starting to sound better. At least I'd only have to deal with one man, and if he helped me free Quinn and Bailey, it was all worth it. I'd find a way to escape the club after they were safe.
"Gorgeous. Just a little bit of makeup and some more work on your hair, and we'll be set." Johanna grinned.
I dared to glance in the full length mirror. My heart stopped. All I could see was skin. The pale skin of my legs, my arms, and way more of my chest than needed to be seen.
"I figure you're what, a size 7 shoe?" She pulled down a pair of shoes that looked like a weapon. The only time I'd seen heels like that were in my great-grandmother's old trunk.
"I've never walked in shoes like that."
Johanna laughed again. "You are going to be so much fun."
I tried on the black shoes. "I'm going to fall over."
"It takes practice. Start walking."
Compared to everything else I was doing, shoes should have been the least of my concerns, but it seemed like too much. Why would he care what I wore on my feet?
"Johanna?" A girl close to my age walked into the room. "Oh hi!" She belatedly noticed me.
"Hi Addison. This is Kayla."
"Hi." She said quietly.
"Are the rest of the girls up?" Johanna asked.
"Yeah. I just needed a different dress."
"Have at it." Johanna took my arm and towed me toward some sort of sitting room. I struggled to keep up with her as I walked in the uncomfortable shoes. If I wasn't careful, I would break an ankle. "Girls, this is Kayla. She'll be joining us."
Eight pairs of eyes set on me. One or two girls waved a hand in greeting but the others just turned away. I'd never seen so many women in one place, and I wasn't sure what to make of it. So much of this experience was new.
"They'll warm up to you," Johanna whispered.
"Do you want me to help with your makeup?" Addison asked, walking into the room dressed in a black dress about the same size as my green one.
"Sure." I'd never worn makeup nor ever seen it beyond what Quinn made herself.
"Good idea. Addison here is an artist with the stuff." Johanna patted Addison's shoulder.
Addison put a hand on my arm. "We can do it in my room."
I followed her out into a small hallway. We stopped in front of a small room without a door. A small bed was the only real furniture in the room. Covered in a purple bedspread, it was a nice change of pace from all the pink.
"You can sit down here." She pulled out a stool.
I watched as she pulled out a whole bunch of bottles, tubes, and brushes.
"Mason prefers the natural look, but we need to do something."
I sat patiently while she applied a few things to my face, but eventually I had to speak up.
"What is that?" I pointed to the pencil in Addison's hand.
She laughed. "You've never seen eyeliner before?"
"Of course not. She's from the Rurals," A girl maybe in her late twenties taunted from the hallway.
"Can we help you, Mora?" Addison put a hand on her hip.
"Just getting a closer look at the new recruit."
"Ignore her," Addison said quietly. "And eyeliner is just to make your eyes stand out. It doesn't hurt."
"Okay." I held my breath as she touched my face with it. She was right. It didn't hurt, but it felt funny.
"Have you warned her about what she's in for tonight?" Mora walked into the room and sat on Addison's bed.
I sat there nervously.
Addison smiled reassuringly "Mason can be rough. He's not the worst, but he likes to make sure you know he's in charge."
"Tell her the truth, Addy. Rough is putting it mildly. Some of the guys actually care. Most of them try to make it at least a little bit decent for you, but Mason only cares about himself."
"Don't all men just care about themselves when it comes to sex?" I asked. It's all I'd ever heard at least.