The zipper at the side of the gown gave easily; the teeth separated, leaving the fabric parted and only a hint of the flesh exposed to the air. Maris bit down on her lower lip, looked at her reflection in the mirror and took several calming breaths before sliding the bodice of the dress down. The material slowly gathered at her feet. Silk, satin, lace, beads, crystals, and other various glimmering fabrics and gems, lay in a clump as she stepped free of the ensemble.
Her shoes had been discarded upon entering the spacious bathroom and soon they along with the dress were taken up by trembling hands and placed in a small closet.
Maris heard the sound of Lucan shuffling about just outside the door. She wondered if he was as nervous as she was; she doubted it. Lucan always stayed calm and they already saw each other naked and did some stuff together.