“Okay, fine.” Erika tossed the miniskirt aside and went back to rummaging through her closet. “I don’t know why anyone goes to these things, anyways. It’s all the same donors getting drunk and pawing at us dancers. One of the choreographers makes a speech about being inspired by birds. We stand with plastic smiles on our faces and, if we’re really lucky, someone will slip us a glass of champagne on my way out. Here.. What about this?” She held up a slinky black lace dress.