Odessa lifts her brows and shrugs. "At least it was a group effort. I can almost guarantee you were not the mastermind of this... I have no idea what this is." It's so absurd, she can't help laugh. It's brief, a raspy sound.

"Why am I the only one who went swimming?" She may as well be asking why am I the queen of bad decisions? "Actually, the answer to that has got to be pretty obvious. Forget I asked." She squints and rubs a hand over one of her bare thighs. "I'm wearing garters," she observes. "What the fuck happened to my stockings?"

She buries her face into Charles' collar and groans. What is her life?