Convince her to go naked.

"Maybe it's best, if you just go naked, darling", you say.

She drops the letter, laughing slightly hysterically.

"Look, Megan", you try to calm her down. "It's just ONE evening. Everybody is wearing face masks. It's an Venetian Evening. Nobody will see you, nobody will recognize you. And you remember this fancy spa a few years back – they also had a nude dress code in the sauna area, because of this esoteric idea of the body experience and whatnot… and… and you remember our trip to Europe? There were also areas where people did walk around naked on the beach. It's normal there. Just think you are in one of those places. And you can stay low and… and maybe you can just vanish after a short while!"

"I don't know, Oscar", says Megan with an uncomfortable smile. Which is enough to tell you that she is already not so firm anymore in her resistance. She is really considering it!

"Megan, I swear, if you do this for me, I buy you a new pair of shoes every week for a whole year!"

She laughs again, biting her lips. Her blue eyes looking at you lovingly.

"Oh, Oscar, you can't bribe me into doing this!"

"A pair of shoes AND a new piece of jewelry. At Tiffany's!"

She flinches.

"Every week?", she asks, meekly, and then puts a stern look back on her face. "What am I saying – I am not for sale, Oscar. You shame me!"

"Yes, every week", you reply. "Promise. I will put it in writing for you."

She stares into the void for a while. Pondering.

"And I get you the convertible", you add.

"One night", Megan says.

You can't believe your luck.

"One night!", you affirm.

"I will stay in the back, and I will leave early. Very early."

"Yes, everything you want."

You hope that this is according to the 'rules' of this party. Megan breathes in and out deeply.

"OK. Done", she says.

You feel a bit light-headed. You made it. You got Megan to agree to this party. Your Once-In-A-Lifetime career chance. And for a very brief moment you wonder what you have gotten yourself and Megan into.