"Oh, please." She rolled her eyes when Dean suggested that he would be so amazing in bed that no one could ever forget it. Maybe that was true but Emily wasn't given to feeding Dean's ego. It was already inflated enough in her opinion.
She used the opportunity when Dean started to get dressed to look into the mirror. Her face was smeared with way more makeup than she ever wore, even on her sluttiest night. "I'm a total whore!" She exclaimed angrily, and glanced at Dean in the mirror when he looked over at her.
"Don't you even say it." She warned him.
Huffing a little bit she looked around the room for her clothing but only found a black lacey mini skirt and a halter top. She cringed as she picked them up and looked over at Dean. "I think we've been kidnapped. Possibly by aliens." She speculated.