The masked dance queen

Abby wore a short, backless, curve-hugging dress with a plunging neckline. After adding black stilettos and fringe earrings, she was good to go.

"Wao!"

"Oh my! Somebody's ready to rock!?"

Both Chima and Chika awed and commented on her dress.

"Let's go jor!" Abby strutted past them while they continued to gaze after her with admiration.

"Your design?" Chika asked after they'd settled inside Chima's car.

"I always wear my designs Chika you know that"

"Can I have it after?..."

"Yes, of course, it's just fifty thousand naira"

"C'mon! Don't be like that..."

"It's business, babes"

"When did you become so mean?" Chika said with a pouty face. "Why not go to his house and make him understand the situation instead of being miserable?"

Abby sighed. "Please let's not talk about this right now Chika! You want me to have fun right?... Then let's not talk about it!" She finished saying, closed her eyes, and leaned back on the car seat.