My fantasy begins with me walking up to where you are sitting at one of the tables, nervously looking around and occasionally checking your watch. You’re wearing a black, almost billowy, button-down shirt, black belt with an understated and simple silver buckle, black trousers, black socks, and expensive black Italian leather shoes. You look so incredibly sexy that I have to catch my breath before continuing on. You look up and finally notice me walking toward you as I step into the light. You aren’t aware, but you mouth the word “Damn” when you see me. I am wearing a red flamenco-inspired dress that dipped down in the front to show amazing cleavage, sheer nude stockings (with a black line going up the back), and sexy 3″ Italian patented leather stilettos. On my left wrist as a plain black bead bracelet, in my right hand a red clutch matching my dress. Dangling from my ears are black bead earrings, matching the bracelet. My make-up is simple: light eyeliner, one coat of mascara, and lip gloss. My hair is in a French twist, with a few tendrils framing my face.
“My God, you are beautiful!” you say, almost breathlessly, making me look down bashfully, a blush rising in my cheeks. “Thank you, my darling. You look amazing as well. If I weren’t so hungry, I’d skip the meal and have you take me to your room now!”