"Darling," she cooed, dipping into the slightest of curtsies as he pressed lips to her knuckles. It was a show of manners that was highly at odds with her current appearance, already partially undressed, in good form for entertaining but clearly it would be entertaining of a certain sort: black lace dressing gown and lace gloves, one of her rather usual corset-and-stockings getups underneath (this one black and red both), hair halfway-unpinned.

Gesturing him into the room with her free hand, she murmured, "Of course I am. I think we're both looking forward to this."