Casually formal

You open the bag to find a pair of black boxers, freshly pressed khaki pants, a black long sleeved dress shirt, black belt with a small silver buckle, a black tie with small swirls that perfectly match your pants, and black loafers. You place Dr. Balkin's credit card back into her purse and dress quickly, wondering again just what you have gotten yourself involved in.

As you put on your shoes, you hear Hilary's voice behind you. "John, could you lend a hand, please?" You turn to see her back to you, a lovely Chinese-influenced dress on her. The subdued crimson and black blends perfectly with her luscious hair, which is wound up in a relaxed, loose, and very sexy knot held with what looks like two black polished chopsticks. The dress, while not slutty or tacky, does accentuate all of her best physical features. The dress flows down to just above her ankles, while a slit up each side hints at the black garter and stocking set beneath. A pair of black heels complete her outfit. Her long, crimson nails indicate a small metal necklace and clasp she is holding at the back of her neck. "Could you clasp this for me, please?" she coos at you.

You move so that your body presses against hers, and you kiss the back of her neck before fixing the clasp. "You look good enough to eat," you whisper into her ear.

She turns to smile at you, raking her nails down your shirt and sending shivers down your flesh underneath. "Don't worry...they'll be plenty of time for that later."

With that she walks over to the nightstand where her purse rests and picks it up, then leads you downstairs to her car. After a few moments of shared silence in the car, you arrive at The Atlantic Sea Grill, one of the most exclusive and expensive restaurants in town. You pause uncertainly as you get out of the car, but Dr. Balkin simply hands her keys to the valet and walks right up the stairs into the restaurant without hesitation. Having ****, you walk quickly to catch up with her.

After a few words with the concierge, the two of you are taken to a table in a back corner of the restaurant. As you approach the table, you notice Doe sitting there with another young girl. Doe stands and takes a step or two from the table, revealing to you her long black dress with interwoven crimson threads. Her blond hair falls over her shoulders, nearly hiding the gown's spaghetti straps. You can't help but notice that Doe's chest is completely covered, but the dress still manages to sway lightly around her breasts and hips with a siren-like motion.

The young girl now standing beside Doe is wearing a black tank top that flows down her soft chest. The top is lightly covered with an opened, sheer black, short sleeve jacket, while a black knee length skirt completes the outfit. The darkness of the clothes marvelously highlight the shades of red and blond in her hair and the slightly dark tint in her blue eyes. As the four of you sit down, you notice that both girls are wearing black stockings and matching flats.

Dr. Balkin motions a waiter over before smiling softly at you. “John, these are my daughters, Doe and Gina. They're the ones who have selected you.”