CHAPTER 1
Dress to Impress

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Hi there! Thank you for showing interest in this story. Before we begin, please consider that there are quite a handful of adult-related themes involved—that is, alcohol, language, and sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Update (03 August 2019): So I have been working on improving this story. Although I've just written this for fun's sake, I should at least give it some significant improvement in hopes that you guys will enjoy this story even more. Just a disclaimer: I do not own any of the brands mentioned herein this story.

Smash Mansion, 22:54

"What the—? Girl. You are not wearing that."

Samus grimaced, looking down at her outfit that comprised of a simple white tank top, denim shorts, and low-heeled black boots. They were in Princess Peach's quarters, preparing for what she said was supposed to be "one of the best nights of their lives".

"Why? What the hell's wrong with this look?"

"You going grocery shopping?" Peach raised a cocky brow. "Believe me this place won't even let you in their restrooms looking like that."

Samus rolled her eyes. "Where'd you even manage to find this place? I'm a bounty hunter—I travel around the shadiest places and I've never heard of this 'something-something' club."

"How effing dare you! This is XYLO we're talking about you unrefined turd!"

Before Samus could smack the hairdryer on the woman's head, the bathroom door turned opened, fumes of steam fogging up the bedroom. Princess Zelda emerged into the room in a fitted mauve Versace lace-sleeved top and ecru miniskirt. Even without her makeup to finish the look, the brunette looked stunning.

Peach beamed. "Ah, at least someone's following the dress code!"

"Sorry it took a while," Zelda apologized. "It was freezing so I had to wait for the heater."

"Well do hurry and fix up your makeup, Zel!" Peach demanded, masterfully curling her lashes. "I'd kill myself we didn't get those early bird V.I.P. seats."

"And how I'd like to see that," commented Samus, hiding her smirk the best she could. She scrolled through a high-tech hologram projected from her bracelet, checking for any available outfits that would seem satisfactory to the finicky Princess of Toadstools.

"Samus you should be thanking me for making you sure you didn't look like Palutena's uneven stockings. Ugh, that bitch annoys me so much. What a hoe."

"Peach, remember that shimmery navy blue Alaïa cocktail dress you gave Sam for her birthday? Perhaps she could make use of that," Zelda suggested, ignoring the insults hurled towards the self-absorbed goddess. Now she was strapping on a pair of brown heeled cafe leather boots after she had tied her hair into an updo.

Samus let out a low groan. "Do I have to? Well fuck me for forgetting to incinerate that piece of shit after the stupid birthday beach party Master Hand threw."

"It's a good thing actually—now you have a reason to wear it," Peach giggled as she grabbed Samus' bracelet and scrolled in search of the dress. "Here it is! Oh my gosh, plus I've got the perfect shoes for you too!"

It only seemed like a few eternities passed before the three women were satisfied with their final looks and were ready to fucking blow the night away. Their long preparation paid off as they all looked tempestuously stunning in their designer dresses, high-heels, and prudent amount of makeup.

Princess Peach wore a strapless French-pink Balenciaga that was a good few inches above the knees. She paired it with a pair of sparkling Louboutins and her signature blue pearl earrings. Her hair was styled in a sophisticated wave and as for make-up, had on sweet-pink lipstick and frosted brown-beige gradient eyeshadow. Although she looked more charming and sweet, she still had those heavy hints of sexy.

Samus Aran had on her off-shoulder navy blue Alaïs cocktail dress. The dress was a tight fit that extenuated her hourglass figure so well—she'd give the bouncers erections. Peach complemented this look with a pair of metallic black wedges on, and silver large hoop earrings. Her eyes, deep pools of turquoise that shifted from blue to green, were adorned with smokey black eyeshadow matching her dark red lips. Her hair was let loose and was straightened due to a request (i.e., requirement) Peach made. Samus looked downright hot, striking the sexy glamorous look that would put socialites to shame.

Besides from the Versace top and cafe leather boots, Princess Zelda also wore a simple gold charm bracelet—a special gift Link had given her after she won her first tournament in Smash. Her hair was styled in an updo with elegant curls concealing the front of her ears. As for makeup, she had on deep brown smokey eyes with matte nude lips. Zelda's radiant and placid beauty was a perfect balance between Peach's sweeter look and Samus' sultry allure.

Electronic dance music blared through the speakers as the convertible Maserati GranTurismo sped along the coastal highway that skirted the island. Gigantic billboards flashing the names of exclusive clubs and casinos could be seen from miles away and soon enough, the towering silver buildings came into view like small mountains—behemoth blocks of glass and concrete that pulsated with specks of icy colors in the stellar evening. "Well, that took longer than I expected," Peach remarked in a slightly annoyed tone.

Zelda glanced at the neon digits on the car's clock which read 11:45 PM. "Would we still be able to get those early bird V.I.P. seats?" she asked, more worried that her friend might throw a fit rather than miss out the seats.

Peach slowed down as she squeezed the Maserati through the narrow lanes of the underground parking lot in a mall that connected to XYLO. "Don't worry—Samus can flirt her way for us."

"Come again?"

"I said you're gorgeous, hun."

Samus narrowed her eyes, raising a disinterested brow. "If you're thinking of using me to hit on the bouncer just to get those stupid seats then fucking think again, Toadstool."

Zelda glanced back from her seat. "But why not, Sam? It's a definite that you could perfectly pull this off!"

Samus crossed her arms. "Why the hell don't you guys do it?"

"Because," Peach interjected. "I did it the first few times we both went out before and for fuck's sake Samus we both know well that little miss first-timer here wouldn't pull it off."

"Hey!" Zelda retorted.

Samus leaned forward from her seat, slightly taken aback when she heard it was Zelda's first time in a nightclub. "Zel, you're not shitting me, are you?" Seriously—the woman was in her mid-twenties! Has she never really gone out? Could be some royal protocol in Hyrule or something. "So, you've never gone out to a dance club before?"

The Hylian princess simply shook her head.

"Well then," Samus said, lax back on her seat. "We should make this a good first time for you. Have you at least drank anything with alcohol?"

Zelda nodded. "I drink wine back in Hyrule—but it's mostly for formal occasions."

"Girl, that's the kiddie pool!" Peach chimed in, making a smooth turn. "Wine is nothing compared to the beautifully crafted cocktails at the bar we're heading. Now those are gonna get you so hella wasted tonight!"

"Not if you get hellafied first, you idiot stick," Samus sneered, lightly kicking Peach's seat.

"Asshole!" Peach yelled. "Bitch puh-lease, not even five whole Long Islands can get me tipsy."

Samus rolled her eyes, recalling at least four times the princess got knocked out from a meager three shots of tequila.

"Damn this impossible parking space! It's not even freaking midnight and the club still opens in thirty minutes, how could there be this many people already? Fucking impossibility!" Peach raged, counting about the twelfth turn she's made.

"Peach. Please. Early bird V.I.P. seats. Say it again, loud and slow. Competition for those is just as bloody ruthless as any Smash tournament," Samus said.

Zelda smiled tightly, helping in the search. As their car moved through the narrow area, all she could see were cars, and cars, and even more cars. Sudden thoughts of how many people there would be at the club flooded her mind. Boy, did she hate crowds. She hated bumping into strangers, hated the stench from sweaty bodies, hated having her personal space infiltrated, hated the high probability of how a variety of warm collected breaths fill the air.

"Finally!" Peach roared, finally finding a parking spot that also was fortunately close to the mall entrance. Cooly, she parked the car faced against the wall and just after she pulled up the windows, closed the roof, and turned off the engine, made some last minute touches.

After gussying up, Peach placed on a pair of gigantic bubblegum pink Dolce shades. Zelda didn't even hesitate to stifle her bewilderment. "Peach, why wear those when it's dim in the club?"

Samus smirked as she passed by. "Yeah, and people would wonder what a blind skinny white ass bitch is doing at a place like this."

"Whatever bitches. I'm fabulous," Peach muttered dismissively as she catwalked her way to the entrance, her pear-bottom ass bouncing to each side like a pendulum.

"And come to think of it," Zelda added. "Why didn't we just valet? Would have been more convenient."

Peach lowered her shades, unsure if the 'Wise Princess of Hyrule' had just subtly ridiculed her. "Seriously? You're just saying this now?"

As the girls walked their way to the bridge that connects to the club, Samus noticed how silent and uneasy one of her friends seemed.

"Hey, Zel. Something wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing Sam," Zelda replied with a sheepish smile. "I just—well, as funny as this sounds coming from a public figure, I really hate crowds. Like detest, abhor, loath—"

"Yes we get it, you're a thesaurus," Peach slowed her pace so her friends could catch up. "Zelda, this club is a lot more spacious than what you might have assumed, I swear. Not even a hundred thousand peeps could fill this place up. Plus, security here's the best! You don't have to worry about pickpockets, perverts, and kingdom-stealing or soul-sucking demons."

"You make it sound like the safest place on earth," Samus commented.

Despite the burgeoning unease, Zelda never broke her small smile, considering the advice and odd comfort her friends gave. "You know, you guys are right. I'm sure that this would be a night to remember—not just for me, but for all three of us."

Lowering her glamorous shades revealing those sparkling aquamarine eyes, Peach gave her friend a mischievous wink. "Oh, it better."

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