"This is ridiculously strange…" Amelia thought.
She shyly moved forward raising her hands to his neck to unfasten his bowtie, Dylan could hear her racing heartbeats but he didn't care. In fact her racing heartbeat gives him a boner.
She took off his tuxedo, unbuttoned his shirt and dropped them on his bed, he stood with his legs apart confidently. She didn't know if she was to take off his trousers too so she asked.
"Should I?" She asked softly, pointing at his waist hesitantly.
"Yeah! Do it!" He said, smiling mischievously.
All these actions seemed strange to her, but she had no choice. She took off his trousers and turned towards the door.
"Won't you take this off!?" He asked, holding the waistband of his boxers.
"Sir!?" She asked nervously.
"Take it off," He said.
She hesitantly stepped backwards.
"Is this man drunk?" She said inwardly.