The door swings open, the music stops, it feels as though time is standing still. It's her...Angelique. She glides into the room, her cape softly shifting across her shoulders as the soft fabric caresses her beautiful figure, lovingly gripping her curves, the flow of the fishtail reminds me of a sultry mermaid beckoning me to sea."Why am I sweating? It's hot, like that red dress she has on. I have to stop staring." This I whisper to myself. I can't help myself..." Angelique, may I have a Peek"?