Pranali slipped on her tight fitting dress the one harshad had bought specifically for tonight. It was a little small, but he probably planned it that way. It fit to her curves, accentuating her hips and barely fitting over her breasts. It was strapless, so pranali hitched it up as high as it would go, hoping her boobs wouldn't pop out at an inopportune moment.

Pranali spun in the mirror, admiring herself from every angle. The dress did make her look good, she would admit. It was dark turquoise, and shimmered with spatters of blue and green. Light danced around her figure, making her look ethereal and majestic. Because it was so tight, she could see the thin line of her underwear around her waist. Pranali shrugged, there was nothing she could do about that.