The moment Kristina walked out of her bedroom, his jaw dropped. He had always though she was hot, pretty, however you wanted to put it, but in this very instant, he saw her as absolutely stunning. When he had said dress up, she went the extra step, she was breathtakingly beautiful. She had decided to put on a charcoal grey pleated mini-skirt, with a beige sleeveless crop and a pair of cream ankle-cuff pumps. He could see some of the pink of the bra from the underwear she had just modeled for him peeking out as well. He thought it was kind of cute and sexy in a way. The way the clothing hugged and framed her body just right made everything look good.<br/><br/>Deciding he better say something soon or else look like a babbling idiot, Erich blurted out. "Wow Kristina, youre beautiful. I feel like im dating the prom queen." He grabbed her by the hand and spun her around, taking it all in, trying not to linger too long on her ass or chest, he didnt want to get caught. Erich couldnt believe his luck. "Yeah, sure we can walk," Erich said, taking Kristina's hand in his as if they were boyfriend/girlfriend. "Why wouldnt I want to walk and let the whole city see me with the most beautiful woman in town?" Erich led Kristina to the door, still holding her hand.