Enjoy the dinner party.

The three of you have a delicious pasta meal, polishing off the bottle of red wine you brought, and another from Steven's cellar for good measure. The discussion is free-flowing, and your canvas a number of topics including upcoming holiday plans. You’re reminded how good a friend Steve is, and how much you enjoy his company. He and Rebecca also get along incredibly well, and you always forget that he's actually known her for longer, having met her first in college. He’s a good man, someone you respect, despite the fact you railed his daughter in a bathroom stall a few short days ago. You feel guilty for defiling her in that way, although strangely you don't feel as guilty when it comes to your wife.

The topic turns to Gemma. Steven has never really spoken about the divorce or the reasons behind it, but it is clear from the hints that you get that Gemma remaining with her mother was completely out of the question. The topic then moves on to lighter things, and Steve suggests that you retire to the lounge for some dessert and drinks, telling you to make yourselves comfortable while he clears the dining table. Your wife will allow no such thing, helping him clear the dishes. You excuse yourself and ask him where the bathroom is, before disappearing down the hallway in search of Gemma's room. It's not too hard to find it, and you quickly step inside to perform your task.

The familiar smell of Gemma's perfume greets you as you close the door behind you, and you quickly head towards her dresser where you find an absolute treasure trove of lingerie. It seems the girl spares no expense when it comes to her undergarments, and save for a few plain pairs of cotton panties, the vast majority of her collection is lacy little numbers. You rifle through them until a particular pair catches your eye. It's a skimpy thong, made of a sheer deep burgundy fabric, with delicate black floral detailing around the crotch.