Oscar, the husband

You nervously stare at your wife as she continues to read the letter. One thing is sure: You love your stunningly beautiful wife more than anything. You watch how she plays with one of her long strands absent mindedly. You admire her looks, her body. She's just perfect. Yes, you might even be ready to give up your most important career step just to keep her happy. But… it's a crushing thought nevertheless.

"So it says here, that there are two exceptions to this 'naked' rule", says Megan.

You nod. You read the letter three times before Megan took it.

She frowns again and reads out loud: "… may wear either a dominatrix costume or be dressed as a ****… A ****? Like… what kind of ****? Like Princess Leia or what? Or like Rome? Can I wear a toga to this?"

She looks at you, puzzled.

You are not exactly sure yourself. You have never been invited to this kind of evening. But from what your rather cursory experience with porn clips and sex magazines tells you, your wife will not exactly be allowed to wear a toga.

You wonder how to tackle this. There are several issues to be considered. What's the best strategy of convincing Megan to accept this invitation? How do you prefer to see your wife dressed at this evening? And who do you want that to judge that whole bunch of other people to look at you and your wife?