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Feyre wasn't sure why she let herself be talked into things like this. Even if she did half the talking! Though she hadn't exactly gotten talked out of it, either. She hadn't been told it was a bad idea. Which of course it was. It was a bad bad idea.

Still, she stood there. That dress. She wasn't even sure it could really be called a dress. The strip of barely-there black cloth with a hole in the middle for her head. And cleavage. And a belt. She hadn't piled her hair on her head like the sisters had. She had brushed it until it was shiny though, and left it loose. Applied a little makeup, just enough to highlight her eyes. Ruby red on her lips.

Feyre wasn't sure how long she had stood there. Prepared to knock, yet not. Her grand entrance.

What was she doing?