Morning sex 3

As I navigated through the crowd of women and men, I made my way into the long hallway that led to the bathroom. The hallway was lined with three regular bathroom stalls and two fancier ones. Since I was technically the host, I opted for one of the VIP toilets located at the end of the hallway.

Struggling with the zipper of my dress, I pushed open the gold-colored door to the VIP bathroom.

The bathroom was surprisingly spacious, almost like a small bedroom. It boasted multiple sinks and a full-length mirror, with enough room to comfortably accommodate three or four people.

Finally managing to grasp the zipper, I drew it down with a sigh of relief. Just as I was about to turn the back of the dress to the front, a knock sounded on the door.

“Who is it?” I called out, curious as to who would interrupt me. This wasn't the only bathroom.

“It's Zara, Luna,” came Zara's worried voice from the other side of the door. “Would you like me to get you a new dress?”

I considered her offer for a