partygirl🪙 | the moon is out, her lipstick is perfect, and her feet are itching to dance. she smells of vanilla and deep musk, teasing her suitors as she walks by them, tossing a flirty laugh over her shoulder. on monday, she’ll crawl back to the 9-5 hour office job daddy fought for her to have, probably while still wearing remains of tonights makeup. but its saturday night, and the stars are at her finger tips, and noones stopping her now. ✨