[ The hunt for a dress is surprisingly straightforward. Figuring he'll start the search by asking his suitemate, Matt finds their door unlocked, the room empty, and, in the wardrobe, a white dress. (It's a nightgown. But Matt doesn't know that.)
Okay. Sold.
He undresses to head out, tossing suit jacket and vest onto his bed. En route to the maze, he detours to throw the novelty Christmas tie into the lake. By the time he arrives at the hedge maze's mouth, he's in his shirt and navy trousers, a spill of white silk draped over his arm.
This whole place feels like some extended college weekend, where hormones, substances, and a sense of rootlessness have led to some of the most debauched moments of his life. But even so, Matt's not quite uninhibited enough to meet a stranger in drag. ]
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[ The hunt for a dress is surprisingly straightforward. Figuring he'll start the search by asking his suitemate, Matt finds their door unlocked, the room empty, and, in the wardrobe, a white dress. (It's a nightgown. But Matt doesn't know that.)
Okay. Sold.
He undresses to head out, tossing suit jacket and vest onto his bed. En route to the maze, he detours to throw the novelty Christmas tie into the lake. By the time he arrives at the hedge maze's mouth, he's in his shirt and navy trousers, a spill of white silk draped over his arm.
This whole place feels like some extended college weekend, where hormones, substances, and a sense of rootlessness have led to some of the most debauched moments of his life. But even so, Matt's not quite uninhibited enough to meet a stranger in drag. ]