Dylan couldn't blame him. She was used to it. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled up into two buns on top of her head. Pale eyes and soft features with thin red lips sat on her round face. A gold nose ring and her standard sexy "going-out" makeup were all that betrayed her natural girl-next door look. Her frame was short and a little curvy, but only in the best ways. Her C-cup boobs were pushed up and framed by a, (strapless leather corset, russet orange), . A few inches of bare midriff led down to black cut-off jean shorts, barely enough to cover her ample ass. Dylan knew it was her best asset, and was unafraid to show it off. Low-top white Converse finished the look. She always liked to dress to kill, even if she wasn't going anywhere. Tonight, she was glad she did. She felt powerful, on top of the world, like a goddess.