"Just barely still counts in horse shoes and lingerie," Vaine said piously.
He crossed the room to lay caressing, possessive hands on her hips. "Why don't you go hop in the bubble bath that some thoughtful fellow drew for you? Then you could model those almost-knickers before we go to Persephone's Grotto for dinner." He nipped at her ear. "And then there is the possiblity of adventures after dessert."