In the grand ballroom, the air was thick with the intoxicating mix of alcohol and the various perfumes worn by the nobles. The opulent space was filled with the soft hum of conversations and the gentle clinking of glasses. Shalom stood out, stunning in a black satin dress that clung to her figure just enough to accentuate her curves. The dress revealed just the right amount, showcasing her plump breasts and the grace of her white thighs.

You stood beside her, dressed in an elegant vest. The grandeur and extravagance of the evening felt almost overwhelming. Shalom, holding a glass of wine in one hand, turned to you. Her eyes moved up and down, silently evaluating both her choice of attire and yours.

After a moment, she nodded approvingly, yet there was something still amiss. With a knowing smile, she reached out and her fingers lightly traced the buttons of your crisp white shirt.

"I hope it doesn't feel too formal? Undo a few buttons, I bet it will look better."