Ashley

You hear a few muffled grunts coming from Ashley’s room, followed by the sound of fabric rustling and an occasional huff of frustration. It’s clear she’s struggling with something. Then, after a pause, her voice calls out—sharp, yet carrying a hint of reluctant embarrassment. "Hey! Can you come here for a second? I need some help!" Curious, you walk over and push her door open. She’s sitting on the edge of her bed with her back to you. Her black leather dress is unzipped, exposing the delicate lace of her bra and her bare back. She tilts her head slightly, glancing at you over her shoulder with an annoyed but slightly embarrassed look. "Hey, I really need your help. This dress is so tight, I can't zip it up myself. Can you please help me out? I should have known better than to try something so hard to manage alone."