"Not this time, love. There's a formal dinner tonight and we are expected to dress accordingly." Nina said as she took her husband's hand, walking with him towards the front door. "But not to worry; I knew you were set to drive the Triumph this weekend so I had a few things sent over by courier earlier this week. I assumed you would like your own tux and I'll be wearing the gown we bought last month in Paris from that vintage shop on rue St. Croix de la Bretonnerie. I haven't had a chance to wear that one yet and thought why not here."<br/><br/>Smiling at the memory of the recent trip to France, Nina would have blushed is she had a sense of decency. The dress shop had been a fluke; they had stumbled in to escape a sudden downpour, hands filled with bags from the various lingerie shops the entire trip had been planned around. Paris had the best when it came to the boudoir and she took advantage of Saxon's generosity when it came to her desires, both carnal as well as materialistic.<br/><br/>"I also have some everyday stuff since there's to be some horse riding; fetish wear simply doesn't do any good in a saddle," Nina laughed lightly as they stopped at the door. Ringing the bell, Nina snuggled closer to Saxon, her head resting on his shoulder. "Although considering how much time we'll actually need clothing I'm sure I over packed."<br/>