So anyway, she was wearing this really pretty dress her sister Marigold picked out. It was really beautiful and showed off her ridiculously smooth and soft legs that were supple and firm like the morning dew of a cobra's flappy things.
So anyway, the dress was beautiful, but not as beautiful as her, because she was just that beautiful. It was a sexy midnight black with rhinestones and diamonds. It had fins from sea kings at the ends to add a showgirl-esque touch to her beautiful and slender form. A green yuda was designed on, wrapping around her body like a snake.
Anyway, she was so beautiful that the straw hat boy said to her, "Wow, you look beautiful, and not only do I know that you have a crush on me, I also reciprocate! You're so beautiful, and I would love you more than you love me if that were even possible!
"Why thank you!" she said, examining his mature and muscular form. It was glistening like when the sun shines on a window or something and it has that rainbow effect.
"Please tell me about your dress!" he said in his attractively deep dress.
"Well," she dressed. "I was dressed and all wearing this dress, see? It's incredibly beautiful and my sister picked it out for me.
"You see, I bought it at the store. Well, when I say that I bought it, I mean that I demanded I have it, so they gave it to me."
"Oh, how droll!" he applauded dressingly. It was a beautiful dress, "but not as pretty as you!"
It was really a pretty-ful dress: the sexy midnight black was so dark and shiny that no light could ever escape it's smooth and leathery surface. It was tight on her, but it showed off her form real well.
Though it did cut off some circulation at the chest.
"Thank you," she said sexily, both to her sexy one true love of love forever and ever and huggles, but also to her dress because it was so ridiculously beautiful and stylish that it gleamed off her impossibly beautiful body and stuff.
"You are so amazing and sexy and I want to hold your hand," he said.
"You naughty boy!" she laughed in a sexy and clear voice that matched her dress dressily.
"Your dress is so amazing!"
The dress was very formal and elegant, one of those a person would save their money for all their life. It showed off her supple breasts that were so round that they were not square. It was tight, but she knew that it was strong enough to wear in battle and know it would not rip.
Not that she would wear it in battle, lest it might get dusty.
"Let's talk about your dress," he said. "I'd ask you to make some sweet, sloppy food for me all night long, but you might dirty your lovely, lovely dress that in no way overshadows your unending youth and beauty. So instead, let's talk about your needs. Anyone you dislike?"
She gasped. She was so happy to have that dress.