The raven haired beauty was -not- used to being denied anything she wanted.  Daddy's money paid for her car, her place, her cloths, and her schooling.  When it came to men..  She got them when she wanted them, and she'd set her sights on him, largely because she viewed herself as -way- hotter than Syl.<br/><br/>At his words, reprimand and ultimatum included, she scowled, obviously put off.  How DARE he?  She was tempted to tell him where to stick his dress code, but she hadn't given in on him -yet-.  She huffed and disappeared into her bedroom, the door left mostly open.  He would hear the drawer open, a muffled curse, but finally she came out again, this time wearing a pair of thongs beneath the skirt.<br/><br/>"Picky picky..  happy now?"