“Hales, I have to use these fake tits,” hands cupping her overly filled Wonderbra with the familiar devilishly grin. ”I’m Elvira, gotta sell it. Plus...they look really natural right?” Eyebrows wiggling with sheer delight. Taylor loved Halloween; it was another excuse to dress up and have fun pretending to be someone she wasn’t. Of course, she never really needed an excuse for it, but it was nice that there was one for a change. Excited for the Halloween party, she straightened up her black wig. “Enough about me. Are you going to get out of that robe to show me what you’re dressed as, or am I going to have to yank at it?” The elder James sister faked a surprised gasp. “Don’t tell me the robe IS your costume.”