Joyce is a grown woman, old enough to know her own mind, what she wants, but a little shiver still goes down her spine at the combination of Hopper's lips on his sin, the careful way that he unzips her dress. Underneath, she's wearing underwear that she bought especially for this evening: black lace with ribbon, the panties cut high over her ass, a garter belt and stockings. From the back, he won't be able to see the way her breasts sit in the cups of the bra; Joyce has always been pretty proud of her chest, honestly, and this bra had been expensive, but it's worth it for the way it makes everything look.

As her dress slips down to pool around her feet, as she steps out of it, she just hopes its worth the wait.