Nina arrived Sunday at seven wearing a fitted rust-colored dress beneath her grey coat. The hem reached her knees, while a narrow belt emphasized the waist I still wanted after weeks without sexual contact. She carried no overnight bag because staying would become a later decision.
"Appearance compliment?" I asked from inside the doorway, using no workshop mode toward something simpler.
"Yes," she replied, removing the coat after entering, "be specific without comparing me toward anybody."
I told her the rust color warmed her skin, the belt drew my attention toward her waist, plus the neckline made resisting a kiss require deliberate effort. Nina accepted the desire visibly, then asked whether I wanted an appearance compliment too.
"Yes," I replied, wearing the green shirt she had once chosen during our style tests.
