C'est La Vie...

Elizabeth shook her head, smiling brightly as Eli celebrated this sudden but inevitable victory. They both knew Elizabeth couldn't say no. If she could, the bills she payed for her mistress might be just a bit smaller, and her nights might just be a little less interesting. The girl's ideas for dates sounded to her, well, rather exciting, though nothing as extravagant as she would like. Skinny dipping in the ocean sounded like a very appealing ending to their night, and perhaps smoking could kick it off on a high note, at least for Eli.

The giddiness now expressed by her lover struck her as rather cute, especially since Eli had been destined to win the entire time, and both of them knew it. The fact that she still celebrated her victory was adorable to Beth, who was quickly setting her desk in order before departure.

When Eliana asked about the ideal date, Elizabeth scratched her chin thoughtfully.
"Hmm... What about a picnic?" She asked, almost positive she'd get a blank stare of some sort. "We could go to an empty stretch of beach, far away from any onlookers... Or, we could go to one of the buildings downtown that the tsunami trashed, and have our picnic at the top?" She said, thinking of one of her skyscrapers as a possible location. "Obviously, we could pack a bit more than just food." She added with a knowing look.

"Mmhmm, a long, lonely stretch of beach..." She cooed, not even trying to be subtle with the hint she was dropping. "As you wish, love. Lonely beach it is." She conceded, a little disappointed. The prospect of what the two of them might do alone, high above the city amused her more than she could say, but she wasn't too put off at the idea of a trip to the beach.

At her assertion to skinny dipping, Elizabeth just shrugged. "We'll see what happens, I suppose." She said coyly, not wanting to let her get away with too much right off the bat. After all, they might just skip the picnic if she did.

As Eliana gave her mocking list of everything they'd need, Beth reached forwards, hitting the intercom button once more.
"Justus, could you also have someone pack us a picnic basket? Add a bottle of red wine for me, and be sure to leave some room in the basket." She said, an attentive "Yes Ma'am" coming back over the speaker. Though the butler didn't approve of it, he likely knew what she'd be doing with the extra room.

Suddenly, she was yanked out of her office, right out to the hallway. She looked down at her outfit, a pair of slacks and a dress shirt, having left her suit coat wrapped around the back of her chair. She was dressed for business, which was, well, not what they were about to do.
"I suppose I should change. My room, please." She said, reverting slightly to her spoiled-rotten rich little girl self. "I won't be needing a swimsuit, so this should be easy."

Well, this was a tiny bit awkward. Elizabeth was now being dragged out of the office by her blind mistress, and led to her room.
"Eli, this is ridiculous... Why don't I just lead?" She whined as the other girl tugged her along. Of course, it was in vain, and they both knew that. "...Take a left." Beth finally sighed in defeat. She led the demoness to her room, making sure not to lead her into a wall. Her foresight was useful in this regard, and she only once had to yank her back to avoid hitting a servant who wasn't watching where they were going.

As she opened the doors to her room, Eli went straight to her bed, plopping right down on it as Beth went to her walk in closet. She flicked through a few things, listening to the other girl as she looked.
"Hmm... Probably not something too formal, this isn't that kind of date..." She monologued, mostly to herself, before leaning out of the wardrobe. "Something shiny?" She asked quizzically. "Hmm..." She pondered.

"You know, since you've got so many ideas, why don't you just do it for me?" She cooed, laying down across the foot of the bed. "...You can even pick out something shiny if you like." She said coyly.

As Eli flipped off the bed, just barely recovering enough not to land flat on her face, Beth had the weirdest temptation to one-up her, but decided against it, mostly because she was pretty sure she couldn't do anything close to that. She'd likely just fall flat on her face.

As Eli flipped through her wardrobe, tossing stray garments to the floor, Elizabeth rose in objection, but before she could say a word, Eli simply reminded her that the help would take care of it. She sighed, and took a seat at the foot of the bed once more, patiently waiting for her mistress to find something she took a liking to.

As she returned from the closet holding the dress, Beth rose an eyebrow ever so slightly. "Wow, I haven't worn that dress in years." She said, holding out her arms for it. "Not that there's anything wrong with it, I've simply forgotten about it." She clarified, accepting the dress if Eliana handed it to her.

Without much ceremony, she would began to undress, tossing her clothes back into the hamper and slipping on the dress, tying the ribbon around her neck.
"How do I look?" She would ask, glancing over Eli's shoulder to the mirror.

For a moment, Elizabeth was almost self-conscious. She was used to wearing much less... Classy... outfits on their dates, so wearing something like this was rather uncomfortable for her. She wasn't quite sure what to expect from the other girl. She tried her hardest not to let out a sigh of relief as the girl gave her approval at the dress.

"A dancer, huh? I don't know if I'm suited to it, but I admire your imagination." She said, a little shakily. "And I thank you for that. Glitter isn't my thing." She said in response to her joke about a shiny outfit. She dreaded wearing a sequin jacket or something on their date. "I don't mind formal, we just don't do it all that much on our dates. I kinda like it." She said with a smile.

She was, admittedly, a little surprised Eliana hadn't gone for something that showed a little more skin, but she wasn't complaining.
"You know, if you like, you can borrow something to wear from me." She said, gesturing to the closet. "Since we're going formal, you might wanna match me. It's up to you." She added to elaborate.