I strutted to the edge of the mud pit, shiny leggings hugging tight, my top gleaming, heels clicking against the ground with my white socks peeking through. With a daring grin, I stepped in. The mud sucked at my heels, splashing thick over my socks and up my leggings until the glossy shine turned slick and brown. I sank lower, laughing, then dropped to my knees and rolled, smearing mud across my outfit, my body writhing in the ooze. Soon, every inch of my shiny clothes clung to me in a wet, filthy layer, heels squelching, socks ruined, as I lost myself in the messy, delicious chaos.