When Dean opened the door, Shareen looked over at Daphne like she didn't know what to do. She was younger than Daphne was, only twenty, and it wasn't often for her to look to Daphne to be led in the right direction. As Daphne smiled, she hoped that she wasn't going to end up being the one to do all the work.
"I brought wine," she told Dean, looking briefly down at her bag. She stepped into his apartment, pulling Shareen with her, and once the door was shut she removed that silly hat and sunglasses. She set her bag down and dug through it for the bottle of Moscato she brought with her.
Shareen finally found her voice once she was inside. "Hi, Dean," she said, sounding almost as nervous as she felt.
"I think we could all use a drink to loosen up a bit." Daphne handed Dean the bottle. She then took off her coat, to expose the lingerie she wore underneath. Shareen hesitated a moment and then did the same, wearing a corset just like Daphne was. "And once all of us sip a little bit, we'll talk about the rules before we get into anything."
Shareen nodded her head in agreement, even though Dean was the last one that needed to give any input on the arrangement.