The salmon pink cocktail dress, for her rendezvous with the Finance Minister Carlos Silva

Iseballa picked up the satin dress with hesitation, feeling the cloth slide across her skin. It felt cool and smooth, a contrast to the warm sunlight that bathed her naked body as Bianca helped to remove her clothes.

"Do you like it?" Isabella asked, looking at the her naked reflection in the mirror. "It's the color of a sunrise."

"It's beautiful, Bella," the young woman replied, her hands gently running over Isabella's bare hips, pulling her silk underwear into place. "Though I worry that it may be prone to... accidents, should you not be careful."

"Oh, don't worry," Isabella said, turning to face her. "I plan to be very, very careful."

The young handmaid blushed, averting her gaze. "Of course, Bella."

With that, Bianca helped Isabella put on the dress, making sure every inch of fabric was smoothed out.

The satin fabric felt cool and slippery against Isabella's skin, and her nipples stood erect under the sheer material. She had chosen not to wear a bra underneath, the plunging neckline leaving little to the imagination. Bianca's nimble fingers worked the zipper at the back, her hands moving slowly, taking care not to snag the delicate cloth.

When the young woman was done, Isabella turned to face her, smiling.

"How do I look?"

"Perfect," Bianca said, returning her smile. While other women might have been washed out by the skin-toned dress, Isabella's tanned olive skin stood out in sharp contrast, highlighting her sharp features and shapely limbs.

"Thank you, Bianca," Isabella said, pressing a soft kiss against the young woman's cheek. "I couldn't have done it without your help."

Bianca bowed her head, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

"Now," Isabella continued, turning her attention to her next meeting. "Let him know I'm on my way."