Lily showed up at the party early, paying her dues at the door. She had spent the afternoon getting ready, doing her hair and even her makeup. She had borrowed a lingerie catalogue from Daisy, knowing she had nothing that would work for the theme of this party. Finally settling, she chose a modest white corset and instead of going with the thong depicted in the picture, she settled for a relatively simple pair of white boy shorts.
After her conversation with James, she made double sure that she looked great in the mirror. Her hair hung loosely at her shoulders, mostly because her hair was always pulled back in some way, so she figured since tonight was a step beyond herself she'd go the whole route. That, and if she wore her hair up far too much skin would be showing.
She walked right over to the punch bowl and grabbed whatever was there. She didn't care if it was spiked, actually she preferred that it was. She hadn't had more than a sip of wine in her life, but right now, especially after reading James' last statement, she needed a stiff one. And by that, she meant a drink.