She decides she really should try on a dress

She looks at the door again, almost reaching for the doorknob to open it. But as she returns her gaze to the bed, she tells herself this can wait, and instead reaches for one of the dresses. She wants to look elegant and sexy for him, and as much as the lingerie is exciting, she knows they have all evening, all weekend even.

She shimmies the dress carefully over her head, smoothing it down as she inspects herself in the mirror, confident she has made the right choice.

Her heart is beating so fast as she heads to the door, taking a deep breath as she stands there, hand on the handle, ready to step out to him again, so hoping he will be pleased with her efforts. She pauses, composing herself, and then pulls the door open and steps out into the living room once more.

“Wow Flis, you look amazing” he calls out from his seat on the long sofa, a glass in his hand. “Do I get a twirl?” She giggles overjoyed at his reaction even as she starts to spin for him, pausing as she turns her back to him to allow him to see the rear view as well.

He holds a hand out towards her, and she starts to walk slowly towards him. As she reaches him he stands, hands holding hers, leaving a small gap between them to allow him to inspect her from close range.

“One more thing” he whispers to her as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small box. “I thought this would suit you as well.” He opens it, revealing a choker. It takes Felicity a moment to take it in, gasping as she reads what the elegant jewels on it spell out; “Slutgirl”. She is speechless as he lifts it to her throat, carefully wrapping it around her neck and doing the clasp up.

“Thank you” she whispers, a mixture of shock and excitement at wearing this along with the dress and lingerie, somehow knowing how right it feels on her.