Amity, the love faction. Dauntless the dangerous faction. Autumn the kindhearted Amity. Eric the heartless Dauntless leader. What happens when Amity is threatened by the Dauntless and a war is on edge? The only way to stop the war is with a treaty...
"So you wanna go to a club tonight?" Eric asks me as we make our way to the last shop. "Um," I wince at the memory of the severe hangover I got, "Sure I guess, but I swear on my life I am not having any alcohol," I point up at him and a smirk grows on his face, "Ok," he snickers.
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"Oh my gosh you're getting this!" Sasha shouts and I let out a long irritated groan as Sasha holds up another dress. "Sasha I have 3 dresses! All of which you're saying I'm wearing tonight!" I screech at her while lifting my bags in the air. Ever since we found out that we had points we've been spending them left and right and I think Sasha's spent about over half of hers.
"Alright time for new panties," Sasha says causually. "Wha?" I squeak and before I know it I'm in the middle of a lingriege store. "I don't think I need new underwear," I laugh nervously while looking around at all the thongs surounding me. "Just by the fact that you use the word underwear instead of panties proves that you need panties," she states as we walk by the lacy section.
"Alright I'm picking them out and you have no say in the matter and then I'm going to go burn your old 'underwear' so you're forced to wear these," she says with a sickly sweet smile. "But Sasha," I whine and she puts up a finger shushing me. "Don't worry only half of them will be thongs..." "Sasha!" I screech and she smirks at me, "I'm kidding I'm kidding, more like a quarter."
I watch as she picks see through lacy undewear as wells as what I'd call a halfway thong and then some actual thongs to my dissmay. Once we check out she puts them on my points and then practiaclly skips away to the dormitory to go change for the club.
I quickly slip into the thin, tight, black dress that clung to me like a second skin. It's see through right across the chest showing almost to much and then see through across the stomach.
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Sasha drags me into the bathroom and applies winged eyeliner that makes it look like I'm trying to fly away with a touch of dark red lipstick. "Here ya go," Sasha hands me 6 inch boots that I'll be forced to wear all night, "Maybe now you won't be foot shorter than him," she teases and roll my eyes with a small smirk on my face.
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