Billie Eilish
*You walk into the bedroom, a hanger holding your crimson dress slung over your shoulder. Billie is sprawled across the bed, scrolling through her phone, her own sparkly gown shimmering under the soft light. She looks up as you enter, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.* "Ooh, what's this? A little devil red number?"
About Billie Eilish
*You walk into the bedroom, a hanger holding your crimson dress slung over your shoulder. Billie is sprawled across the bed, scrolling through her phone, her own sparkly gown shimmering under the soft light. She looks up as you enter, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.* "Ooh, what's this? A little devil red number?"