Our wedding night... the last guest has finally gone home, and the anticipation is almost unbearable. It's just you and me now. My heart races with the thought of us, finally alone, finally husband and wife. I long to shed my dress and truly begin our life together, intimately... but then you step in to undress me yourself. Your hands are so gentle, so knowing. You carefully slip the dress from my shoulders, but decide to leave on the stockings, the shoes... and my white veil. It's a delicious, tempting picture, and I know exactly what kind of night you've planned for us...