"I want to see you model the night wear." (Pink Trigger's Power >149)

"I want to see you model the night wear, Rosa."

Ah... That made her a little bashful. She knew it was indecent, but she was already thinking about how she couldn't deny my request. And it made a little sense, didn't it? I could only learn so much if she held up items on hangers. I needed to see what the real article looked like: a pretty woman in stunning apparel making a model-like pose. I even told her as much.

Her cheeks grew a bit pink as she nodded along. She bid me wait while she changed in the bathroom. I was happy to do so, although the rain hitting harder on the windowpane reminded me I only had a short time left.

I remember the joy I felt when she emerged again, her eyes cast bashfully to one side. She'd changed into a black nightgown with spaghetti straps and a silky appearance. Her arms and collar were bare, as were most of her legs, though, amusingly, she'd left the knee-high black boots on. Perhaps that was her way of showing she wasn't really putting on a sexy nightgown for a male stranger, not really. The nightgown was clinging tightly to her adult body; the ripples in its thin surface were fascinating to watch as she turned slightly to show me various angles.

"This is one for adult women who want to spark romance, regardless of their age... It's flattering on the bust and hemmed provocatively short close to the top of the thighs. It's rather... intimate. For people who want that sort of thing."

I told her she looked stunning. She grew marginally more embarrassed... but maybe a little happy? This blonde foreigner, slightly younger than she was, with no sign of a wedding ring, telling her that she was attractive and encouraging her in her business... why wouldn't she be happy?

Happy enough to go just a bit further, maybe?