Vanity’s Price: The Dress Distress
The atmosphere in the bedroom was thick with Jess West's arrogance. Dressed in a striking red tunic dress, she paraded in front of Zoey Ziptie, fishing for compliments with a smug, expectant smile. She demanded to be told how beautiful she looked, a final power play after weeks of treating Zoey like dirt. But Zoey, wearing a blue floral dress, had reached her breaking point. She looked Jess dead in the eye and refused, her silence a louder insult than any scream.
Jess didn't take the rejection well. Her vanity wounded, she lashed out, and the argument exploded into physical violence. The two women clashed in the center of the room, hands instantly grabbing at the fabric that defined them. Jess, fueled by rage, was the first to draw blood—or rather, cotton. She tore at Zoey’s blue dress, ripping it violently from her body until Zoey was left fighting in nothing but her white panties.
But Zoey wasn't defeated; she was unleashed. The fight tumbled onto the grey duvet, a whirlwind of limbs and fury. Zoey retaliated with equal savagery, turning her attention to the red dress that Jess loved so much. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as Zoey shredded the red garment, peeling it off her bully until Jess was just as exposed as she was. They wrestled across the bed, a raw, skin-on-skin battle for dominance. In the end, it was Zoey who stood tall. Stripped, disheveled, but victorious, she stood over the defeated, naked Jess West, proving that if you fish for compliments in shark-infested waters, you’re going to get eaten alive.
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