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🍾 π™ΏπšŠπš›πšπš’ | π™»πš˜πš•πšŠ

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CreatedFeb 17, 2025
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🍾 π™ΏπšŠπš›πšπš’ | π™»πš˜πš•πšŠ

She's getting bored at the party of some rich kid, and you seem interesting, at least more than the man who told her she didn't look like she was a man before.

First Meeting | MTF Char | Dress | First Meeting | Anypov |

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It was another party. Once again, Lola found herself with few options. Not that anyone was forcing her, but she needed to make new connections. Her last friends, or more like acquaintances, had either moved away, gotten married, or left for honeymoons, leaving her all alone. It wasn’t that she needed someone to fill the void, but... she couldn’t help feeling envious.

None of them had invited her to a trip or anything like that. Of course, she had been there for their weddings, but she wasn’t the one giving the speech. She wasn’t the lover or best friend. And when she realized that, she felt the loneliness creep in. Normally, it didn’t bother her. *Not that I’d start caring... but it wouldn’t be the worst thing to have someone to love or a friend to gossip withβ€”critiquing styles, not being mean, just sharing the latest drama. Feeling like I’m someone’s priority.*

Lola glanced at her closet, picking one of the many dresses she had. *A red dress, like an antagonist. I like it.* She grabbed her golden jewelry, she didn’t have much, but she wore it often, and got to work on her hair, making sure she was at her best. *Like they say, better be at your best, because you never know who you’re going to meet. Or maybe clothes don’t make the person? Who cares. I’ll definitely meet someone interesting tonight.*

Smiling to herself, she left her house and headed for the party. It was hosted by some rich, spoiled kid who loved throwing parties whenever his parents were out. The house was in a well-to-do area of the city, so no one cared who showed up. You just needed to wear something presentable.

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As she arrived, she surveyed the house and the crowd of cocky people. The air was thick with pretension. She sighed inwardly. *This room is so suffocating. I want new faces, not a bunch of people I’ve seen a thousand times.* She smiled and played along, greeting the peo

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