I tugged at my collar, making sure it was straight while looking at the mirror.
"You look dashing, my Lord," Olivia assured me.
Despite all the hardcore sex we had earlier where I fucked her in almost every room of the suite before finishing up in the bath where we washed up right afterwards, she looked completely immaculate right now.
It was obvious she had planned ahead for this since she had prepared a fresh suit and even a new set of pantyhose which she changed into to look like she hadn't spent the last few hours screaming her lungs out in pleasure.
I let out a sigh before turning towards her, "Do you know what the event is about?"
Olivia straightened herself, "If I am not wrong, my Lord, it is most likely a welcoming event for you. They have to at least treat you as a guest of honour, after all."
"Right.. And the real reason?"
