"That's not a bad idea," Alexei replied with a smile, a little disappointed that he had not considered it. Although this was the first time he 'technically' had a date. He despised these state dinners, and usually didn't bother showing up. And those he did, Olga took the liberty of accompanying him. But he knew this dinner was special, this is where Ingrid would be introduced to the so called power of Russia. Translation: Welcome to the asylum. But she would need him by her side. It was not only his duty....but for the first time since he was a boy, he actually found himself looking forward to the opportunity.<br/><br/>As he made his way up to Ingrid's rooms, he found his thoughts straying as to what he would find. Ingrid was very beautiful. And very proper. No doubt the corset would accentuate her pleasing form. He smiled as he felt his body beginning to respond to the images flowing through his mind. When he reached her door, he rapped solidly. Normally, he would barge in, not worried about catching her off kilter. But there was something about this girl...<br/><br/>"Ingrid, it's Alexei, I've come to escort you to dinner," he announced through the door.