Violet and Tiffany get to their room, and enter it. In the middle lays 1 king sized bed, in immaculate state. The room has grey laminate flooring and looks brand new. There's even a modern tv hanging up on the wall.
"Wow, this place actually looks modern as hell," Violet remarks, half-sarcastically.
"Oh I know, right? I was expecting a crackden with a tv that only has porn on it, at best. And the tv would be from the 90s," Tiffany says as she lays on the bed, spreading herself out.
"Yeah, and pantyhose everywhe- what the fuck there is," Violet exclaims, as she's opening the desk drawer. Inside rests several packages of pantyhose, neatly stacked. Tiffany walks over and sees what the fuss is about. "Oh girl, those are nice hose too," Tiffany muses. "I'd actually pay a lot of money for those. But... oh yeah you're not into hoseiry much"
"Yeah no shit, I've never liked them. I like them on you, but wearing them? Fuck that shit. They're itchy, and too hot and I've never had the legs for them. I'm a stick. Plus, who actually wears them?" Violet rambles on.
"Hmm... well that's because you wear the cheap shit. You'd change your mind if you wore the good ones. Here, catch this one!" Tiffany teases, picking up the suntan pantyhose package and tosses it to her girlfriend.
"Hey!" Violet yelps, catching the hose.
"Girl you keep whining about tans and that'll totally help you out" Tiffany giggles.
"By playing dress up?"
"Violet... there's not much else to do. Pleeease?" Tiffany pouts, batting her eyelashes.
"Fine, but just this once." Violet sighs out, as she begins unbuttoning her pants.
