"Too much sequin," Zoe decided, tossing a silver mini-dress onto the pile on the floor. "You'll look like a disco ball having a mid-life crisis."
"It's vintage," Aria defended, holding up a black leather corset. "And I think I'm leaning toward 'Dominatrix on a budget' anyway."
The walk-in closet was a disaster zone. They had been trying on clothes for an hour, fueled by the excitement of their upcoming "Girls' Night Out," but the adrenaline was fading, replaced by a deep, gnawing hunger.
"I need food," Zoe announced, flopping onto the ottoman. "Real food. Not acai. Not a smoothie. I want a burger that threatens my heart health."
"The hotel restaurant makes a Wagyu burger that costs forty dollars," Aria said. "It comes with truffle fries."
"Sold."
"Let's go."
