"No underwear for the rest of the conference"

"What?!" Heather blurted out, "but our big client is tomorrow!"

"Exactly!" you announce smugly, "and, now that you mention it, our meeting with that client is the only time you'll be allowed to wear shoes.

And don't think I won't be checking!"

Heather gave a big pout for several seconds, waiting through the awkward silence that you would relent. When that didn't work, she realized her defeat.

"Alright, fine..." she sighed almost in a groan.

"Fantastic!" you get up off her robe and brusquely toss it over to her.