You follow her

Elizabeth smiles prettily and takes you by the arm, leading you gently through the house, past the living room where a handful of women are amiably chatting over glasses of wine. They all turn they head towards you, their gaze heady and intense on your underclad form.

"I don't know if Anjali has told you what to do?" Elizabeth tells you, leaning into your arm and giving you a large wiff of her fruity perfume, "just stay in here for now; feel free to talk to the other guests, have a glass of wine, for now you're mostly here to pretty up the place, and we can have some fun later in the evening."

You're lead into a lounge of sort, several short sofas, some armchairs in a conversational circle. You notice that the door to garden is open, you see 3 women in the chairs, two of them chatting while the third, an older woman with a haughty stiffness of her neck, watches disinterestedly.

With a wineglass placed in your hand, and a gentle almost chaste slap on your ass, Elisabeth leaves you on the middle of the floor to see to the other guests.