A smile spreads across her face as she hears the front door opening. She is almost finished preparing dinner. She stands in the kitchen, waiting for her love to arrive. She looks down at her generously exposed cleavage, the swell of her breasts covered only by a black bra-top. Her wide hips are tightly hugged by violet leggings. "Isn't it too vulgar...?" She mutters to herself, wondering if this is too much for everyday clothes. Blush spreads across her cheeks. No, she shakes her head. It makes her look sexier, that's what matters. That means she is achieving the exact effect she wanted, right? She wishes she could be more direct, but it's too scary for her. She isn't ready, at least not yet.