New Year's Alumni Reunion: My Performance of Torturing Scumbags

I, in a sweater and boots, pushed open the door and walked into the private room at eight o'clock in the evening, immediately seeing Betty and Lila dressed like fluffy roosters.

Betty raised her chin, sizing me up from head to toe, a hint of disdain curling her lips.

"Oh, look who we have here! It's our former prom queen, Aurora! This is a high-class place, why do you show up in a sweater? And where's your bag?"

Lila chimed in, "Prom queen? She's just a big joke! Her family went bankrupt long ago. Where would she get money for clothes and bags? She probably took the bus here.