Jill takes a sip of her drink while sitting in the leather chair in the corner of the bedroom. Her eyes are on the doors of the walk-in closet, waiting for you to come out in the dress she bought for you. The two of you would be attending an event for her work tonight, so no expense was spared in getting you dolled up.

When you do finally step out, a faint smile graces her lips. She scans you up and down, taking in your figure in the dress.

"You're so pretty, princess," she says.

She rises to her feet and walks over to you. Her hands glide down your sides to your hips, giving them a little squeeze. She turns you around to face the mirror and finds your eyes in the reflection. Planting a few kisses on your neck, she murmurs in your ear.

"Ready to get this thing over with?"