On the one hand, there is something sort of cheerful and fun and unexpected about these patterns together, bonded by the purple cummerbund.
On the other, she looks like the newest small-town girl at the Miss Sasspot Pageant in some remote corner of Nevada, the winner of which usually ends up opening a brothel that serves mostly cabbies and whoever services the Bellagio fountain. But that might be okay. That girl might still be a kick in the pants to get a Vanilla Lemon Drop with, especially if she can put in a good word with her pals and get them to do a fountain routine set to “I’m Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman.”
- It is cracked out. (45%, 3,803 Votes)
- It is delicious. BULL TRUE. (23%, 1,967 Votes)
- I don't like it, and yet, I can't hate it. (32%, 2,667 Votes)
Total Voters: 8,437
Her other weekend outfits exited the Fun-Loving Freeway at the lapdance offramp:
This is what you might wear if you were hired to help the accountants who count the ballots have a relaxing evening.
And THIS is probably what you put on if, on your way back from a casting call for a pirate ballet, someone told you they were making Showgirls 2: Nomi Don’t Play That, and you thought to yourself, “Yes! ROUGED NIPPLE FIGHTS are what’s missing in my life.” If I got any of that right, Molly might want to rethink her commitment to statement dressing.