Date(1)

The realization that this was a date kicked up her excitement by a notch, but Liz now found that she was also nervous.

'Ok. A date. It's actually just a name for a man and woman who meet because…they are interested in each other.'

'Interested to boink, yeah.'

'Hey! Mind your language! This isn't like that!'

'Yet. But mark my words, soon, it will be. And when it is, don't come begging to me to control yourself.'

'Are you my inner voice or are you a ghost, possessing me and using me for entertainment?'

'Bite me.'

After this very engaging and fruitful conversation with herself, Liz took a deep breath and walked out of her hotel room.

Of course, she couldn't help but look herself one last time in the mirror before she did so.

She was wearing a light pink see-through blouse with frilly collars, but she also long inners inside so that too much of her skin wouldn't be seen by everyone.

Along with this, she was also wearing skin-tight black pants.