Elvis and his girlfriend (you) wete sitting in Graceland, in the TV room.

It was about 11pm . But that is when your day with elvis just begins. Elvis sat next to you, watching a few of the televisions , his hand was on your leg. His touch is yet smooth but intense. "What are we gonna do tonight..?" You asked. He looked at you , his hair ruffled and his eyes wanderer over your porcelan face. "Whatcha wanna do sweet? You've got anything on your mind?" he said in his deep southern accent "No, just asking..." You exactly knew what you wanted to do. You loved drawing and him. You talked about it a few times that you want to draw him "You shy , sweet?" he asked. You couldn't help but blush a bit . A small grin spread on your face. "Baby , can i draw you tonight?" you asked "of course, get your sketchbook, and I'll wait for you in the bedroom." he gave you a quick answer, he didn't hesitate "But dear...what should i wear?" you hoped for nothing