Convince her to dress as a dominatrix.

"Maybe it's best, if you just dress as a dominatrix, darling", you say.

She drops the letter, laughing slightly hysterically.

"Look, Megan", you try to calm her down. "Think about it: It's probably the only option that allows you to put on as much clothing as you want."

"It says here that whatever the dress, nipples and nether lips have to stay, and I quote, 'accessible'!", replies Megan, a shrieking tone in her voice.

"Yes, well, maybe, but again, please see the big picture, Megan. You can still dress. We find you a dress that covers everything, apart from… well… these places. Like really everything around. People won't even notice. Think of it as a costume party. A burlesque! Just some crazy, crazy fun. And if you go there as a dominatrix, at least you assume a dominant role. Right? No reason to feel anxious in the presence of other men. They will respect you. Gosh, you even might look a bit hot, hah? And you can stay low and… and maybe you can just vanish after a short while!"

"I don't know, Oscar", says Megan with an uncomfortable smile. Which is enough to tell you that she is already not so firm anymore in her resistance. She is really considering it!

"Megan, I swear, if you do this for me, I buy you a new pair of shoes every week for a whole year!"

She laughs again, biting her lips. Her blue eyes looking at you lovingly.

"Oh, Oscar, you can't bribe me into doing this!"

"A pair of shoes AND a new piece of jewelry. At Tiffany's!"

She flinches.

"Every week?", she asks, meekly, and then puts a stern look back on her face. "What am I saying – I am not for sale, Oscar. You shame me!"

"Yes, every week", you reply. "Promise. I will put it in writing for you."

She stares into the void for a while. Pondering.

"And I get you the convertible", you add.

"One night", Megan says.

You can't believe your luck.

"One night!", you affirm.

"I will stay in the back, and I will leave early. Very early."

"Yes, everything you want."

You hope that this is according to the 'rules' of this party.

Megan breathes in and out deeply.

"OK. Done", she says.

You feel a bit light-headed. You made it. You got Megan to agree to this party.

Your Once-In-A-Lifetime career chance.

For a very brief moment you wonder what you have gotten yourself and Megan into.

A week later, the costume arrives. It did cost you long hours of internet research to find something to your expectation. While it certainly does not cover "everything", it does clad the upper body in leather, reinforced with rivets. The intricate ornaments almost completely cover the fact that two holes in the costume are baring the nipples. You also ordered a pair of very high black leather boots and a short leather skirt, which does cover most of Megan's buttocks. You assume that this still matches the description of having her nether region "accessible".

Your wife puts on the costume hesitantly and then takes a few steps, still obviously uncomfortable. You stare at her and can't help to feel a tiny bit aroused. She looks incredibly hot in these clothes, fitting quite snugly, accentuating her breasts and her hips, and giving her the look of a stern and demanding woman. You realize that you never before thought of Megan this way, but there is a certain exciting feeling to it.