I knew her as Lucky in the group at those fetish costume parties. Between being tolerant and just plain perverted, people in that group were unflappable.
Lucky liked to find ways to get to them. She really must have thought it was worth anything to win, to get that shock value out of them each month.
I guess she won big last month. None of the three women are ever allowed back. I remember their eyes were somehow accusing as the police led them out. I'll never think of unicorns without remembering Lucky.
Written for the Erotic Friday Flash Fiction Challenge.
