Imogen was frantically running around the hotel room, making sure everything looked perfect for the romantic night she so carefully planned. "Candles... Check. Rose petals... Check. Music... Check." Everything seemed to be in perfect place, including the butterflies swarming inside her stomach. "Why am I so nervous?" Imogen thought to herself. "You know Fiona likes you, and you know this is what she wants." Imogen smiled to herself, recalling the reaction Fiona gave when she was teasing her earlier that day. She looked at the old Victorian clock, and it read 8:58. Now realizing that Fiona was going to be here any minute now, Imogen frantically ran into the bathroom to fix her makeup and put on her lingerie. She chose a white lace bra and pantie set, knowing that Fiona would appreciate the beautiful simplicity that accented her small, tight frame. Just as she was stepping out of the bathroom, she heard someone outside the door. "Eeeeeeeep!" Imogen flung herself onto the king size bed, and after fixing her now disheveled hair, propped herself up in a sexy pose, and turned her attention to the beautiful, blue eyed brunette with a dopey grin, standing in the doorway.