Choosing the right wedding dress is hard, especially when you’re poor and destitute. Luckily, at least I have my best friends as bridesmaids, and a little bit of champagne goes a long way – that is, until it goes up into their pussies, on a silly dare that eventually has us all inspect each other’s holes a lot more closely. Would I be able to hold the sparkling gush inside? And why is my best friend Isabel suddenly so eager to play with the bottle?