Hester

I got a little more than I bargained for when I popped into the bakers for an egg custard this morning. I was quietly shuffling around at the front of the queue when Hester, the rather loud and ample bakery owner ushered me to the till and gave me a sly wink as she handed me my desert.
'I hoped you would come in today,' she hissed as if under surveillance. I looked at her quizzically.
'I saw your ad,' she mouthed silently. She pulled a saucy face. I tried to look blank but slowly felt myself redden as the other customers looked onto this strange charade.
She pushed her soft fleshy frame from behind the counter.
'I thought you might want to join me,' she said thrusting a flyer into my palm. 'I'm going as Lady Lucifer. I'd love you to come.'
I did not dare look at the invite for fear of combusting. Instead I mumbled a thanks, said I'd let her know and made my way out of the shop, past a line of sniggering office workers.
I checked the invite back at the office. It was for Fright Night - a terribly named Halloween Singles Night in the function room of a hotel on the outskirts of town. It promised to be the 'Most Flirty Night of the Year' with a troupe of Saucy Devils on hand to introduce guests and add to the party atmosphere. The last time I went to a fancy dress party was a hospital radio fundraiser, I went as the Green Man and Ray went as the Red Man. We caused quite a stir, especially as Ray was on a drinking binge and knocked a tray of drinks onto me causing my green body paint to run. I looked more like a zombie on his way to the swimming baths than a character from the pedestrian crossing. So as you can imagine reading Hester's invite my head said no, but my heart said yes especially when I spotted Hester's phone number jotted on the bottom of the invite in red glitter pen. All I need to decide on is my outfit.