Audrey, perhaps because she was one of the few who would, had immediately gone rifling through Trix's contributions. Her own were more in line with Daphne's - elegant, designer, but with a few pieces thrown in that hinted at humbler origins. Audrey didn't like to be pigeonholed. She had a few things more scandalous, but had opted to leave them alone for now. Really, she wore whatever was necessary for the look she was trying to achieve. In this case, it was a minidress that barely covered the important bits. She finished wiggling into it with skill that spoke of at least some familiarity, turning to strike an unabashedly sensual pose - that she promptly ruined with a grin. It was girls' night, after all. "What do you think?" she asked, knowing the answers. She filled it out like a pro and the color was stunning against her skin. "I think if I wore this downstairs, the boys would choke on their tongues." Which would actually be quite hilarious. "Truth or dare? I'm in."
Mack, for her part, was doing a little more investigating of what the other girls had brought, but not much - she was happy with her wardrobe. She'd never cared overmuch about designers more than she had about fit, color, and style fitting her. She'd brought a few options if Lark wanted to look, but wasn't going to push them on the poor girl. She had a few knockout dresses, but she'd left them behind. The dinner was hardly the occasion for it, and what she had brought was mostly on the more casual side of nice. Department store chic at best. It didn't matter where it came from if it looked nice and made the person wearing it look good, after all. "I'll play, too," she added, grinning. "I haven't played since high school, either. Unless you count the occasional time we dared each other to eat the hottest peppers we could find in culinary school. I don't, since there wasn't really a truth option."