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high is the biggest confidence booster there is. “I’m never wearing clothes again. They’re a terrible invention. I was born to be naked. Ready?”
    We’ve reached the front door. Both of them hesitate, so I link arms with my girls and stride straight in.
    For the first ten seconds, the typical party scene continues spinning on. A couple making out on the couch, music in the air, a lively game of beer pong taking place in the kitchen. Then a few people glance toward the door to see who just walked in. And gradually, everything stills. Even the music goes quiet. A ping-pong ball bounces off a guy’s forehead and he doesn’t even blink.
    “Evening, ladies and gentlemen. Anyone want to direct me to the drinks? Oh, lovely,” I say, locating a cooler against the wall and retrieving a Bud Light. “Excellent weather we’re having, isn’t it? Perfect for nudity.”
    I spot Brooklyn across the room, a glass frozen in her fist. She whispers something to Sigrid, whose wide-eyed moment of surprise that I actually went through with it gives way to a cool, false mask of indignance. She surges over, her skin growing as livid as her hair as she sees that I’m smiling. Her sheer top and high-waisted Prada skirt run the risk of catching on fire. She grabs my arm, her polished fingernails digging into my bare skin. I’m one shaved head away from being a carbon copy of the girl she left in the desert. But I expected the fire-breather to come after me the moment I stepped into her den.
    “What. Are. You. Wearing,” she grits out loud enough so that everyone can hear.
    I’ll play her game. “Nothing! I figured this was the safest way to avoid showing up in the same outfit as someone else. Well, I guess one could say I’m wearing my birthday suit. But I don’t want people to think it’s my birthday. That’s not until February.” I pat her arm. “By the way, you shouldn’t speak through your teeth like that. Makes it awfully hard to understand you.”
    Behind me, Iris knocks back two shots in quick succession. Poor girl. After a year with me as her roommate, she’ll be driven to alcoholism. Mags is hovering nearby with her hands up, like she’s at the scene of a shooting.
    “You were instructed to dress modestly.” Still speaking loudly through her teeth. Bad habit.
    “Oh no!” I clap my hand to my chest in an excellent approximation of horror, narrowly avoiding slapping myself in the tit. “I thought you said dress as sexy as possible, and I always feel sexiest when I’m like this, so that’s what I did! But I was wrong! Woe is me! You have to let me go home and don my nun habit.”
    Broadway, here I come. I could totally star alongside Daniel Radcliffe in that naked horse play. Equus or something. As Iris chokes on her third shot, a smirk spreads over Sigrid’s face. “As punishment for not following directions, you won’t be allowed to put anything on all night.”
    “Please, show mercy. Oh, the gods are cruel. Is that Kahlua over there?”
    I waltz away as Sigrid glowers after me. Slowly, the party returns to its normal tempo, although stares still shoot toward me every few seconds. As they should. I consider the day a waste unless at least five longing looks are directed toward me before breakfast.
    The gorgeous guy who face-planted outside approaches me as I pour myself a glass of Kahlua. “You’re naked,” he observes with the eloquence of a drunk athlete.
    “Sure am, genius.” I glance down at my splendidly nude self and toss back half the glass before holding it out again. “Top me off, would you?”
    Soon, I’m seated on the counter, the marble cool against my bare ass as I hold court with at least six boys. Iris and Mags hover nearby, unsure if they should be protecting me or not, but I don’t need protection.
    “—And that’s when I joined the nudist colony,” I continue, my legs swinging. “Refill this, be a dear, would you, Damien? Anyway, after running away from home at the age of