Harley and BFF PJ Party
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Harley, Mel, and Cruella threw a pajama party with zero chill—think neon-bright chaos meets midnight elegance colliding with runway-ready drama. Harley’s outfit screamed *her*: a mismatched two-tone pajama set, half cherry-red, half electric-blue, with jester-style pom-poms dangling from the collar and cuffs. She paired it with striped knee-socks and slippers shaped like grinning clown heads, because subtlety was for people who didn’t own a giant mallet. Mel, ever the gothic queen, draped herself in a floor-length black satin robe, its sleeves slit to hell and back to show off her ink-stained arms. The fabric pooled around her like liquid shadow, broken only by a blood-red silk sash tied just loose enough to look accidental. Cruella? She went full leopard-print onesie, but not the cozy kind—this thing had structured shoulder pads, a cinched waist, and a train of faux fur trailing behind her like she’d skinned a disco-era lion. Accessories? A zebra-stripe sleeping mask perched on her head, elbow-length opera gloves in python texture, and stiletto-heeled mules because comfort was a *suggestion*. Makeup sessions turned into glitter wars, pillow fights left feathers stuck to Cruella’s fur, and halfway through *The Rocky Horror Picture Show*, Mel was already plotting how to dye Harley’s hair streaks black. Perfection.
