Sonya smirked at the suggestion, all line up, breasts practically exposed? Sonya's brain coursed with vodka, and she was starting to catch on to the party at hand. What was she invited to? Well a lot of very attractive women, and the opinion of many of the boys back in school was that she ranked among them. Well to late now, besides, she was open to experience, an epicurean adventure, Sonya said in her mind. She walked up to the table, hoisted herself up onto it, and sat up, her smooth legs wrapped in the tight fighting thigh high soccer socks, left to dangle down from the edge. She grabbed the edge of her dress and fairly easily pulled the black cotton fabric off, casting it to the floor by a love seat in the living room. Underneath the black dress was her long sleeve white undershirt, and a crimson pair of tight fitting booty shorts, seemingly some athletic wear. She then reached down, lifting her white shirt and revealing a white bra with small black polka-dots on the cups. The bra was containing a fairly perky pair of C cup breasts, her skin showed signs of tanning, clearly someone who showed some skin outdoors as of late. Her body was fairly fit and with just a small amount of fat at her hips, and the curve of her hips and her heart shaped backside was more on display in such tight fitting attire.<br/><br/>Sonya then laid back, turning only briefly to get a glimpse of the pictures on the tablet Suzu held. "Nipple piercings ay?" She nodded in approval. Not really a lusty approval but more like she thought it was cool. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and laid back awaiting the festivities to continue. Wondering just what the night had in store. Would she be grabbed by her hair, face at one of these girls crotches by nights end? Why did Abby invite her? Well, maybe a rough calculation, Sonya thought in her mind, maybe her mild reputation that got around senior year stuck. Is she really known now for being the oral sex girl? Then again she had never been pressed to perform it on another girl before. Well whatever the night had in for her, Sonya felt her artistic curious side burn bright. Or maybe it was just the sting of vodka?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>