“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 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?

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.

“A classy dress.

What’s underneath is for my wives’ eyes only.” Winks a fuchsia eye.