He stands by the door, leaning. Eyes on yours through the mirror,He pushes off the door, whisky glass in hand. You cast your eyes low, shy, as you take off those dazzling diamond earrings he gifted. He sets the whisky glass on the table in front of you. Hitch, your breath, pressed against you, tuxedo. He slides his fingers into your tempting backless gown, tracing your patterned spine “Should I take it off ?” You nod mindlessly, he smiles, enticing. He unclips your diamond necklace