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Zed went to retrieve the shopping bags from their trip to the boutique Saturday afternoon.

Alice and Betty exchanged a glance, they were excited about the dancing class.

-Let's see what we've got here, shall we? Betty chirped, eagerly rummaging through the bags as soon as Zed set them down.

She pulled out various garments, skimpy shorts, low-cut tops, lacy underwear, and held them up approvingly.

-Lots of options, Zed laughed as he texted on his phone. How about I order pizza?

Betty clapped her hands.

-Ooh yes, please! I'm absolutely starving after our earlier... excitement upstairs, she said as she looked to Zed.

Picking up a particularly revealing outfit, Betty held it against her curves appraisingly.

-And I think this cute little number will be perfect for the dance class later! Easy to move in and shows off just the right amount of skin, don't you think? she asked Alice hopefully.

While Zed busied himself with the pizza order, Alice and Betty continued rifling through the clothes, selecting outfits suitable for dancing. After much deliberation and a few playful arguments, they settled on their choices.

-I guess I can rock this crop top and high waisted leggings combo, Alice conceded grudgingly, holding up the items. Won't give you too much to ogle at least, she smirked, knowing full well how attractive she appeared even in modest attire.

-Ednin says Giani is coming to the dance class too, Zed said as he looked up from his phone. Do you girls want to invite Deb as well?

Having snuck back in away and hidden away in the linen closet, Deb strained to hear the muffled voices beyond the door. At the mention of her name, she perked up, her ears twitching. Careful not to make a sound, she inched open the door just a crack to peek out at the group. Her eyes widened seeing Zed casually suggest inviting her to join the impromptu dance plans.

Betty's eyes lit up at the mention of Deb joining them.

-Oh, that sounds like a wonderful idea, Zed! The more the merrier, right sis? Betty said enthusiastically, glancing at Alice for confirmation.

Hearing her name mentioned, Deb tensed in her hiding spot, straining harder to listen in on their conversation.

-You know, Zed continued. I noticed Hazel left her number in my phone too. Are we ok with her and Iris joining after all?

Betty looked to Alice for guidance.

-Fine. Invite Hazel and Iris along. Seems unfair to exclude them after they went out of their way for us, Alice relented.

Just then, there was a loud knock on the door.

-It's probably Deb begging for more cock, Alice said dismissively.

-That's gotta be the pizza, Zed said, surprised by Alice’s bitterness.

-Begging for more cock? Goodness, Alice, your mind is in the gutter today! Betty scolded.

Zed opened the door for the delivery boy and took the pizza boxes. Alice took them from him to bring to the kitchen.

Deb quickly and quietly moved deeper into the closet, squeezing herself between the shelves stacked with towels and sheets to conceal her presence entirely. She barely dared to breathe as she heard footsteps approaching and receding, followed by muffled voices and rustling plastic as Alice took the pizza to the kitchen.

-One of those boxes has got a stromboli in it, Zed called out. They make them really messy, he warned as Betty started making the table in the kitchen.

Betty whistled as she arranged plates and cutlery, the smell of the pizza filling the air. She glanced up at Zed as he mentioned the stromboli.

-Messy, huh? Sounds exciting, she giggled, flashing him a playful wink.

-I'm gonna grab a towel and not be a pig, Zed said as he served the girls a couple of slices on plates and headed out of the kitchen to the linen closet.

Betty watched Zed exit, wondering why he would suddenly need a towel. She called after him teasingly.

-Better not take forever in there, handsome! This food won't eat itself!

Meanwhile, hidden deep within the closet, Deb froze as she heard heavy steps approaching.

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