Justine

The wedding party is in full swing. The music is pumping, party lights playing over the dancing guests. Most are in various stages of inebriation and everyone seems to be having a good time. You spot Justine again; she’s been noticeable all evening, to be honest. You’ve seen her flirt with various people throughout the party, including with you, and for the past several hours she’s been dancing with the hem of her dress in her hands, hiked up to reveal her shapely legs. On several occasions, she has made deliberate eye contact with you and flashed her underwear at you before spinning away laughing.