By testing what you can get away with

Before you can get out of the car, the door to the huge house swings open.

Madison steps out in an outfit that drops your jaw. Her pleated black skirt is short, showing off what seems like miles of long, tone legs. Her white halter top has a v-neck that dips low, showing plenty of her tremendous chest. She sees you through the car window and smiles, pulling her silky black hair behind a perfect ear as she moves down the walkway.

She opens the passenger door to your Viper and gets in. "I like your car!"

"Thanks," you say, trying not to drool.

"Yeah, Daddy got me a Viper a couple of years ago. Do you like my outfit?"

"Absolutely!" You decide to test how much her new urge to agree will get you. "I'd like it even better if you took it off. Wouldn't you like to get out of those confining clothes?"

Madison's hand floats up to the strap on her halter top, but she stops. "Well... not quite yet. It's a little cold out tonight."

Considering that there's no nudity taboo anymore, that should have been easy. She must really want to hold back with you.

"So where are we going?" asks Madison.

"We could try that new steak place downtown."

"Really?" Madison lays a hand on your knee. "I was thinking someplace fancier. The waiter at Le Oranerie likes me, I'm sure I can get him to bring us a bottle of wine without checking ID."