“Well. It is what it is. The snake necklace is slithering down into my cleavage. The top is so tight I might lactate just from memory. The skirt looks tacked on last-minute, from the front, and I am wearing gossamer leggings that look like very very expensive dry skin, and I will not be able to go to the bathroom for about five hours because it takes that long to extract myself from this web of shame, but you know what? I am a goddamn professional and I am going to find a way to work this anyway.”
“Nailed it.”
