BAD b***h.
Venus wasn’t quite sure what a bad b***h was, but that was how she felt in her outfit as she surveyed herself in the mirror. Critically assessing her makeup from every angle, and scrutinizing the way the glittery body suit clung to her body, she couldn’t come up with a better term to describe her overall appearance. She tried her best to think of any possible criticisms Malcolm may have about what she was wearing and how she looked, but she didn’t find a single fault. She’d spent at least ten minutes fussing over every single detail.
Although the body suit was not something she would have picked out herself, if she was honest, it was something she had dreamed of wearing in some of her wilder fantasies. Aside from the deep V in the front and back of the suit, she was completely
