"Yes." She said firmly from the other side of the door. "I know that, jesus, how many times have you undressed me? But if you help me into it, that'll ruin the whole reveal, also, if you squeeze me in too tight, I'll have to hurt you. If I do it to myself, then I have no one to blame, and I'll deal." The whole thing was ridiculous, why she hadn't thought to be measured again before the benefit was a mystery to her now. The dress had been comfortable before, and it was terrible now, but she hadn't expected her bust to have gone up quite this much. Not a full cup, no, because that would have been too damn convenient. It was this half cup shit, that drove her completely crazy. Until she was sure that they were staying put at the current size, she wasn't going to go lingerie shopping. A few extenders would just have to do for now. "Nothing is being hurt but my pride, and vanity. I promise... maybe a thread, or two." She couldn't be sure, but that popping sound had to indicate something. Though, it could have easily been the veins in her brain bursting out of frustration. "That's a good holy fucking hell, I hope." Normally she wasn't one to second guess the way she looked, she was careful in her manner of dress, and tried to wearing those things that flattered her most. She had known her body so well, now it was something new she had to learn to dress. "Well thank you, honey. That's just what I needed to hear, and so long as you think I look hot, I don't care what anyone else has to say... aside from Eden. She has to think I look hot too." Those were really the only opinions she cared about having tonight.
Reaching up, she made sure that her hair was swept neatly over one shoulder, the Jessica Rabbit-esque hair style had been the most effort she felt like putting into her fiery waves. Up dos were not her friend. "Grown up? Do we just have to look it, or act it too, because I wanted to have fun tonight." It seemed a little odd that Jaida of all people would worry about whether everyone else was presentable, or not. Usually it was all about the statement she was going to make with her dress for the night. It would be a lie to say that half the thrill of a night like this, wasn't to see what Jaida would show up in. "I saw a few of the drawings for it, and the fabric they were going to use on the sofas. Totally different from any of the other places." All they needed were a few women dressed in bikinis, with words, and flowers painted all over them, serving drinks to the masses. Jun paused long enough to turn off the lights, and lock the door behind her, before she walked a step or two ahead of Cal, towards the waiting vehicle. The driver was leaning against the truck, but as they approached, he righted himself, and opened the door for them. Before slipping inside, Jun turned to Cal, her hand curling around the lapel of his coat, as she pulled him flush against her, her tinted lips crashing into his own. Once she was sure they were both wearing the shade of pink, she pulled back for air. "Hi by the way."