Angela clears her throat as she hears Andrew’s soft voice behind her, and her spine straightens. Of all the people to walk in on her changing like this, Andrew had been the worst. Andrew, the one who had been hugging her just a little bit too tight, his hands resting on her just a little too long. But then, she hadn’t exactly done a lot to dissuade him. Even then, she’d felt his hands on her and she’d let his hands move just a little over her, and she’d replied by moving her own hands over him in response. They’d all been very chaste and very tender, but they had still been very serious escalations over what she’d let anyone do to her except her husbands. She turns to look at him, seeing how his  eyes are flicked away and so she smiles very faintly.<br/><br/>”You don’t have to avert your gaze... I’m decent.” She says, feeling a little self conscious. Her voice has a softer, more throaty note than she’s used to amd she clears her throat, relieved to hear her voice return to normal as she lifts the two dresses. “I actually wanted your feedback on something if I may...” She lifts the dresses, holding them up so he can see them. “I’m torn between these two dresses for ,y dinner date tonight And... well, which do you think looks better?” She asks, feeling a little self conscious. After all, both dresses are clearly sensual, sexy affairs designed with the idea of getting laid very clearly in mind... and she can almost imagine fingers already moving over her body to take them off.