"Why you're dreading it? Girl, you are going to be on the arm of a movie star! Your man! You should strut your stuff and make the world envious!"

"I'm an art director, not a model or a movie star!" Vicki protested laughingly. "I'm not made to strut my stuff anywhere. If Jon hadn't asked me when I was distracted, I probably wouldn't have said yes in the first place!"

"Liar. You would have told him yes because you are his lady. Bout time the world knew it, too." She hip-bumped Vicki again. "Dove, you are made to strut ya stuff. Ya are scruptious and ya may not be a movie star, but ya sure look like ya could be one."

"Clearly you have never seen me at work," the redhead drawled, snickering. "Okay, so I'm obviously going to end up in something I can't wear any underwear beneath if you have your way. Just remember, I can get my revenge by picking out something awful for you to wear to your interview."

"Just remember your boyfriend could be my possible boss," Tera teased but with amusement. "I can get backshot revenge all day long and through him." Releasing her friend, she looked the redhead over. "You are right, though. if I had my way you won't have any room for lacy things under the dress. Neither one of them."

"Just so long as neither one reacts with flash photography," Vicki warned with a smirk. "Otherwise my tits and front bum are going to be all over the newspapers here and on Earth by the next morning."

"I can see the headlines now: Look at the a*s Jonathan Granger is tapping!" She ducked away with a laugh.

"Tera!" Half-gobsmacked, half-highly amused by her friend's teasing, Vicki flailed in the blonde's direction as she cackled at this, shaking her head in horror. "I swear, you are determined to see me do a Page 3 spread somewhere, aren't you?"

"Full nude, stretched out, and winking!" Tera dodged away with a dancer's grace. "Don't worry, babe. I am going to make sure that the only one you are going home with is your man."

The redhead chuckled softly, hugging Tera's arm as she looked over at the shops. A low sigh escaped her lips. "Alright, let's get this over with then," she muttered. "Dresses, shoes, the works. I'm trusting you with three years' worth of practically unspent salary."

Tera wasted no time once her arm was taken. Dragging the red into the store she had been heading to, she opened the door and held it open. "I'll try to keep the lacy things down. Or up?"

"I just know I'm going to regret this," Vicki groaned as she stepped in through the door. Immediately assailed with a distinctly feminine scent on the air and surrounded by silks, satins, and laces, she turned right back around and would have left if Tera hadn't been standing in the way.

"I think by the end of the party you will be thanking me." Tera waved off some girl that had started their way - Vicki was all hers. The redhead was shoved along while a number of racks were looked over. "So go find a dressing room to lock yourself in and I will start throwing stuff in there. You do have to show me everything."

"Am I allowed to keep my jeans on underneath them?" the redhead asked, already knowing what the answer was going to be as she sighed, looking as though she was going to her own funeral. A gesture from the girl Tera had sent away aimed Vicki toward the changing cubicles, and she leaned in the doorway of one, watching as her friend moved around the store.

"You won't get a correct fitting if you do that." And Tera already had five or so dresses over arm by the time Vicki found the doorway, eight in total before the blonde swept her way. "Woman, you pretended to kiss me and you are going to be shy about trying on a dress?"

"I told you, I don't do dresses," but despite her grumping, Vicki was already stepping in and shutting the door, stripping off and waiting for the dresses to be slung over the top of the door for her to try on. "There had better not be anything risque in here, woman."

"Oh, shut it and try them on. I swear I have never heard such a whiner on looking hawt for a man." The dresses were slung to hang over the top of the door and she quickly escaped to find a chair which would be placed right in front of the dressing room. Lounging back, Tera waited for the show to begin.

There was a pause, and a thump shortly afterward as Vicki overbalanced, landing heavily against the door. "I think you found a nightie," she muttered audibly, reluctantly opening the door to show herself off in a dress that seemed to enjoy flaunting her left leg to the thigh and most of her back and right side. Vicki eyed Tera, one brow raised. "This isn't a dress, it's a zombie costume."

The blonde pulled out her cellphone and went through some things, waiting until Vicki came out to flaunt her stuff. She came walking out to RuPaul's Supermodel.

"Oh gods, turn that off, you insane woman," the redhead laughed, waving a hand at her friend. Her bare feet dug toes into the carpet as she hugged herself. "I feel naked enough in this thing without you drawing attention to me!"

Laughing so hard her eyes watered, Tera gave Vicki a cat call. "Yeowza! Work that stuff. Turn around!" She did a swirling motion with her finger. Nope, Vicki was going to be modelling to music!

Drawing in a slow breath, Vicki rolled her eyes and turned on the spot, her hands raised but her elbows pinned to her sides. "Well?" she asked her friend.

"Put that one to the side and on to the next!" She gave a clap of approval.

"Not until I need to pick out underwear for a seduction," Vicki laughed. The door opened, and out she stepped, showing off the almost sheer lace of the corset set Tera had picked out and the heels to match the less revealing dress. Her cheeks were bright red, of course, but at least she was getting into the spirit of it, finally. "Was this what you had in mind?"

Tera was looking something from a rack over by the time she stopped complaining and actually came out. Turning her eyes to Vicki, she spluttered almost instantly. "Holy sh*t ..." Clearing her throat, she fanned herself. "Yeah, wear that without the straps under your red carpet dress. You will feel a bit more comfortable." Grinning, she reached out a hand to beckon Vicki to her. "Walk to me?"

"What, you mean actually let go of the door?" The redhead laughed, hesitantly removing her steadying hand from the sturdy frame and wobbling her way over the carpet toward Tera. She was almost there when her left heel turned and she went flying, all arms and legs, and hardly dressed for such an accident.

Tera swooped in to the rescue to capture Vicki from eating carpet. No pun intended! "Oh, we got some work to do there but you didn't do half bad for your first time." Steadying her friend, she smirked.

Clinging on as though she was going to fall flat on her face the moment she let go, Vicki laughed, shaking her head. "This is a disaster in the making, T," she grinned, launching herself toward the changing room in the hope of getting there without falling over again.

"I disagree. A day or two of coaching and I'll have you swaying those hips like you're a pro." Setting an arm to rest on Vicki's hip, Tera winked. "Trust me, dove! You got the stuff to flaunt and I think for that night Jon will be worth hanging on your arm." The blond winked and started to help Vicki back to the dressing room.

"So if you're dressing me, does that mean Cian's dressing Jon, or do you trust my movie star to turn himself out appropriately?" Vicki giggled as she closed the door again, sliding out of the heels with relief. She was impressed, admittedly, with Tera's taste, having not expected to find everything in one place. And her second appearance was no less provocative than before ... she was only wearing panties and the second pair of heels this time, her boobs modestly covered with one arm wrapped about herself.

"I doubt that. Cian is a bit troubled with speaking to Jon. He wants to but is afraid to. Maybe I will have a job before the big party and I can make sure that Jon is dressed appropriately." A brow arched up and she snickered at Vicki. "I have my own set, you know. I have seen tits before." But she figured it was for Vicki's comfort. "How do they feel? Think you will be able to dance in those?" Meaning, of course, the shoes.

"At a casino? I was figuring I'd be James Bond's arm candy for the night," Vicki chuckled, looking down at her feet. "But yeah, these feel steadier than the other ones, weirdly. Maybe it's the shape of the suede." Blue eyes touched on Tera with a plaintive look. "Can I get dressed now, mum?"

"The others have less substance to feel comfortable in." Unlike the suede which had more to hug Vicki's feet. Or so the blonde figured. "I don't know. I sort of want to strut with you down the street just like that."

"So much for keeping it all a secret until the premiere, huh?" the redhead laughed, slipping back into the cubicle and audibly groaning with relief as she finally got dressed once again in her comfy jeans, sweater, and sneakers, coming out with her arms full of dresses, shoes, and underwear. "And before you say it, no, I'm not doing jewellery. I'm not there to shine, I'm there to make Jon look good."

"Has Jon given you any jewellery yet? Because I would demand you wear it." The blonde reached out to help carry some of the goods over to the counter.

"What do you mean, yet?" Laughing again, Vicki relinquished half her armful to her friend in order to rummage in her pocket for her cash card. "I'm not expecting anything from him, you know. He constantly surprises me as it is - you know, he cooked dinner for me a couple of nights ago?"

"To say you aren't worthy of shiny things would be a down right lie." Tera winked. "Aw, that is so sweet! Was there something sweet after dinner?"

Vicki's grin was all kinds of naughty. "I haven't gotten him to lie still long enough to use the body chocolate yet," she admitted, utterly unabashed by the little giggle from the cashier as her purchases were rung up and very carefully packed away into boxes and bags.

"Hot damn. So I got to know ..." Tera was going to see how far she could push until Vicki flushed. "Does he roar like a lion or is he a screamer?"

"Oh, he definitely roars," the redhead grinned. Oddly, she was very comfortable with this line of conversation, handing over her card as the cashier tried very hard not to listen in. "He growls too. Turns me all to goo, too." She flashed Tera a wicked smirk. "What about yours - howler monkey, or wolf in heat?"

"It is so hot when they growl. Fling you across the bed and make you forget you broke your alarm clock in the process." Tera smirked, watching the poor cashier try not to listen in. "Depends on what we do. He can be both. I had complaints at the motel when he became too loud."

"Oh, Jon hasn't lost it yet." Vicki sighed exaggerratedly. "Not for lack of trying, though, believe me. He's always ... very focused." She grinned at her friend as her card was handed back. "So what did you want to wear to this interview, or is it my turn to pick?"

"I guess now is your time for revenge." Tera snickered and nudged Vicki. "For someone who says they suck at shopping, you best not put me into anything a maw maw would wear."

"I do solemnly swear not to dress you like a forty-year-old virgin," Vicki chuckled, holding her free hand up as though taking an oath. After all, despite her complaints, she was walking out of a store with clothing that she knew would at least make her look as though she belonged among the stars and high-rollers at the Murder of Crowes premiere on the 10th of December. Now all she had to do was work out how to fit in when she opened her mouth.