Few hours into their date, Renee received a text from Dean saying 'Wear something fancy.' Well, she thought that she wouldn't wear casual clothes anyway, but the text message made her wonder what Dean had planned for the evening. It had to be something special. She wouldn't need to dress up if they were only going to the movies. Maybe he had a reservation in some luxurious restaurant. Or he would take her to some gala opening. No, Renee realized he wouldn't do that. She was certain that Dean wouldn't waste the precious free time there was between all those shows and traveling to go somewhere they wouldn't enjoy. But Renee was curious about the evening; she couldn't wait to find out what would happen. And for the special occasion she picked the most glamorous dress she had in the closet. It was not too short, it was in a way conservative, so that she could where it no matter where Dean wanted to take her. The dress was purple except for the lace ruffle at the bottom, which was black. The tiny sleeves were just enough to cover her shoulders. It didn't show much cleavage, which she considered a good idea since she didn't know where they would go. Ultimately, she was happy with her decision to wear that dress. Until Dean came.

He checked her out and then shook his head. He didn't quite seem to appreciate her dress choice. "This is not fancy," he argued, "it's boring."

"What?" She looked at her dress. She didn't understand what was wrong with it. According to her, it was perfect. She liked it; and until now she believed she looked good in it, too. But she wanted also Dean to like it, and he certainly wasn't satisfied with this dress. "Should I change?" she asked hesitantly.

Dean didn't give her a direct answer, but he smiled suspiciously, which was a good enough hint for her.

"What exactly is wrong with this dress?" she asked to avoid repeating the mistake.

"It's just," Dean started, but then he realized he couldn't offer her a relevant explanation. "It's not good enough," he finally said.

"Not good enough?" Renee repeated smiling, but decided to let it go. "Can you at least tell me what have you planned for tonight?"

Dean burst into laughing. "It's flattering that you think I have thought this through."

"Okay," Renee said hesitantly. Then there was a short moment of silence, which Dean decided to break when Renee's confusion seemed gradually to turn into worrying.

"Don't worry," Dean comforted her. "I gave it a little thought. I know that I don't have an infinite number of chances to make this right."

Renee sighed with relief. "So can you at least hint me where we're going so that I know what to wear?"

"Sure," Dean responded, but then stayed quiet.

When Renee realized what the matter was, she rephrased her question. "And will you?" she emphasized. "Please," she added.

"Nope."

She chose to accept that answer because she knew it was all she could get. Then she headed for the wardrobe. She looked at all the dresses to see what choices she had. There weren't many and, moreover, some were too similar to the one that Dean had already refused her to wear. Then she noticed a dress she hadn't worn in quite some time, simply because there was no opportunity. She totally forgot she even brought it there. It looked nothing like the previous dress. Of course, it wasn't suitable for a dinner with a president, but if Dean wanted her to wear something formal, he would have accepted her first choice. "Well," Renee spoke, knowing Dean was paying attention to her, even though she wasn't to him, "I'm pretty sure you won't call this dress boring."

"Let me decide that," Dean replied.

She quickly took the dress out of the wardrobe so that Dean wouldn't see it and when she walked toward the bathroom to change, she hid it from him. It took her no more than two minutes to get ready. She checked herself out in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. Then she did one little correction and changed her lipstick to go with the new dress. When she felt ready, she returned to the room and waited for an approval from Dean.

There was no inappropriate comment, no joke, and no childish behavior on his part. He was amazed. For a minute or so Dean just stood there, stunned. "Wow," he gasped and kept his eyes on her.

"So, is this dress boring?" she asked teasingly.

"No."

"Is it fancy enough?"

"Certainly," he said, trying to hide the smile. "It's . . . ," he wanted to choose the words carefully, "beautiful. You're . . ."

Renee noticed Dean seemed taken out of his natural habitat. He had troubles finding the right words.

"Oh," Renee happily decided to help him out, "and there's more. . . . Or, less," she corrected herself. Then she turned around to show Dean what she meant. It wasn't difficult to notice a special feature of the dress. Renee's back was fully exposed; the dress fabric was only covering her ass and the dress was ending right below it. Moreover, there were silver stones forming ornaments on the skirt and they surely attracted attention. Basically, it was impossible not to check out her ass.

"Isn't it too plunging?" Renee asked provocatively.

"No, it's just enough," Dean said half-joking, half-serious. He was still quite speechless and keeping his distance. Somehow he was unable to make a move; it felt wrong. She was like a statue in a museum, which was not supposed to be touched, only looked at and admired.

"Wait," she said suddenly. He couldn't read what was on her mind, as she approached him. She put her hands around his neck and smiled when she looked him in the eyes and saw that he was confused. Then she took his tie off. "This, no."

"What's wrong with it?" he wondered.

Renee laughed. She found it funny that he thought it was okay for him to wear an orange tie when her dress was light pink. "Nothing," she answered his question. "It's prefect. Right here on the bed." He was still quite confused, but accepted her decision for him not to wear it. "Also," she continued and undid the top two buttons on his shirt. He didn't mind. He just wished there was a button on her dress he could undo. He felt he was coming to senses again and his brain started to work.

He checked her out again and came to a sudden realization. Well, he wasn't sure about it, but its seemed very plausible, even logical, in some way. "You're . . ." he started but stopped immediately. He had a question on his mind, but he realized it would be inappropriate to ask.

"What?"

"Uhm, nothing," he said hoping she wouldn't notice anything, but his smile was too suspicious. Moreover, he wouldn't look away. He stared at the silk fabric of her dress and his mind kept him busy. He wondered if Renee had any idea what he was thinking. He hoped she didn't.

But she was one step ahead of him. She knew very well what was so special about the dress and she was aware of the weapons it helped her bring out. It wasn't only the low-cut back and the tight fabric around her bum. With revealing back there came a disadvantage. Or an advantage, depending on the point of view. Renee knew what Dean wondered. And his assumption was correct. She really wasn't wearing a bra. But she pretended she was clueless about Dean's unfinished thought. That way she helped me out of an uncomfortable situation.

"So," she changed the subject, "shall we go?"

"Absolutely," he tried to focus again. "Just give me a minute," he said and without further explanation went to the bathroom.

Renee gladly waited with a satisfying smile on her face, which wouldn't go away. This time, the situation was fully under her control. Dean had lost the power.