Is she ever

As you step into your cottage you get the faintest whiff of perfume. You smile, remembering that the last time you smelled it was on Chanel's body. She's not downstairs, and with an anticipatory grin on your face you climb the stairs to your room.

And there she is.

Posing for you beside your bed. Her body decorated with lacy royal blue lingerie; bra, panties and garter belt. Blue stockings on her toned legs, and blue stiletto heels on her feet. She cocks one hip and smiles alluringly at you, turning to show off her sweet young body.

"Is this what you were looking for Mr. Sharp?" she asks, her voice a husky murmur.