“Madame LeVert said we’re expecting company. No need to be so coy, my love. They’ll both be as bare as we are.”

@PennyGreene

Shelbie, now essentially a nudist out of necessity, goes up to @PennyGreene's door in her birthday suit. Her hands are shaking slightly and her brow is sweaty. She just wants to turn into a turtle and hide from the feelings she has for this Englishwoman.

Deep breath. Press the doorbell, Shel. You got this.

Shelbie is lonely. She’s had the Carrington twins and their wives as company, but as wonderful as they are, they’re not her.

Pacing back and forth naked in her suite on the grounds of Rothclyffe, Shelbie decides to send a sexy selfie to @PennyGreene.

📲 Hey you 😘
Come over?

The time has come, Shelbie decides.

Still very much naked and even more in love, Shelbie finds @PennyGreene in LeVert’s library. She saunters up to her lover and gets down on one knee. Opening a small velvet box, Shelbie blinks back tears. A silver ring set with a blue gemstone glints in the sunlight.

“Penelope Lira Greene… Will you make me the happiest person on this or any other Earth by being my wife?”

Shelbie has had a god awful day. Week, come to think of it. She stumbles into the main house naked and drunk off her ass at 2:30 in the morning.

“I don’t know where my clothes went,” she mutters softly in a slurred voice, “They lost their way.” She puts up a finger in front of her. “I was a flamingo tonight. Pretty in pink.”

@PennyGreene

It takes a hell of a woman to make Major Shelbie Hinton nervous. And Penelope Lira Greene is just such a woman. Tall and beautiful and whip-smart in ways that even Shelbie’s mother would be impressed by, @PennyGreene is so much more than a catch—she’s definite wife material.

But in the meantime, the Major gets ready for her dinner date. She dresses to the nines, as no Hinton does anything by half measures.

In her dealings with Her, LeVert and Mirjana, Shelbie came across the Queen of Blackmail’s accountant, one @PennyGreene. Clad in just a bathrobe after a time posing as a dog, the Major takes a seat beside the Englishwoman on a bench in Rothclyffe’s courtyard garden.

“So, how long have you worked for Madame LeVert?” She asks as neutrally as possible.