I'm going to a party tonight with a very eligible millionaire, while you sit here at home and clean the house. I make sure to show you the perfect seams in my stockings and how my dress doesn't quite cover my perfectly round ass. Will my shiny manicured toes wind up nestled softly in his lap? I'd say don't bother waiting up for me, but I know you won't be able to rest wondering about where his hands and mouth are. Have fun stroking away all alone while I eat lobster and drink champagne, loser!