It’s Saturday night. You skipped leg day earlier this week because you knew Saturday was right around the corner, and the amount of squat drops in the Saxton Boots you’d be smashing out on the D-floor just couldn’t compare with a gym sesh. Good call.
It’s 1pm. It’s cold out, but you’re not giving up your skirt. Your Uber’s waiting. How long has it been? You’re definitely not getting five stars. Need something warm. Need something sexy. Need something now.