#rutgers

"Probably," she nods. "Wanna text Masey? Or just go out, us two?"

Blessedly (HA!) the habit gets a proper slit up one leg and tightens to Sylvi's curves

Dagmar fidgets, considering.

"There we go..." She checks the way the fabric works around her shape. "Niiiice."

With a gold nordic talisman for Freya where a crucifix used to be.

"Ohh, nice touch," she says of the talisman. A pleased chuckle. "This is gonna piss somebody off." She says it with eager anticipation.

Then she notes Dagmar fussing, but waits her out.

"Ha." Dag stands, briefly tugging on her skirt. "Masey's fun, though... you sure you want competition?"

An amused look. "I think I can hold my own."

"We could let her know we're out, maybe."

"She finds us, she finds us."

"That works. And you and I can wow whatever party we find, all on our own."

A glance over. "Listen, just sayin'...you know how hot you look in that get up, right?"

"Cuz it looks even hotter when you're not tugging on it. I mean, when you stand up straight, let those abs show? Dayum, grrrrl!"

"Well.."

"Well, it's okay, maybe."

"Can't help it."

"Yeah, well, you're lucky your dad isn't doing modesty checks on you." No, that nun's habit is absolutely getting a workout on her curves, now. "Okay, let's do this." And going-out prep begins, soon to be followed by prowling-for-party!

(End Scene)