"Honey, now that everyone's gone, how about trying out a private VIP massage? Guaranteed professional, no charge if you're not satisfied," Draco tempted Hermione as he approached her.
"I don't need it. I feel completely relaxed right now, I don't want it." Hermione's tone was firm, and she moved a little further away from Draco as she spoke.
"Really don't want it?" Draco persisted, teasing her further, "You might not get another chance like this."
"No!" Hermione insisted on refusing.
After saying that, as if afraid that Draco would say something even more outrageous, Hermione went to the bedroom to take a shower and change her clothes.
She understood everything perfectly.
Others might not know, but how could she not know Draco?
With no one around, that so-called VIP massage would definitely touch places it shouldn't have, and Granger isn't that stupid!
Draco didn't expect Hermione to actually fall for it.
Draco suppressed his smile, pressed the room service bell, and ordered the butler to bring dinner. The cruise ship's butler was extremely efficient; within minutes, he gently knocked on the door. Draco informed him that the door was unlocked, and the butler pushed the food cart in before quietly leaving.
Draco set the food on the table and waited a while. Seeing that Hermione still hadn't come out, he turned and went into the bathroom, taking the opportunity to clean himself up.
Not long after Draco went inside, the sound of water running in Hermione's bathroom stopped. Hermione finished showering first and came out; she had already used magic to dry her hair in her bedroom.
Seeing the dinner on the table, Hermione went over and sat down, flipping through the information about the ball venue later, waiting for Draco to come out.
Not long after, Draco came out. Hermione got up and served the food, and the two began to eat. The sun was setting in the west, and a touch of orange-red afterglow remained in the sky above the sea. Occasionally, the cries of seabirds came through the window, mingling with the clinking of cutlery.
The two finished their dinner quietly.
After finishing his meal, Draco wiped his mouth, called the butler to clean up the mess, and then headed towards the wardrobe, with Hermione following behind.
Draco opened the closet door, his gaze sweeping over the various formal wear, before finally taking down a suit he had prepared beforehand:
Try this!
Hermione took the dress, unfolded it, and glanced at it.
"What's going on? Our Young Master Malfoy actually chose such a conservative suit for me?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously.
"Honey, if you like sexy ones, I can pick out another one for you. A deep V-neck? A backless one? Or a high slit? You choose one," Draco asked with a wicked grin.
"Who said I like sexy ones! This one is perfect! I was just asking casually!" Hermione blushed and quickly hugged the dress to her chest, afraid he might actually change her into something more revealing.
"I'm going to change!" Hermione strode towards the dressing room.
Watching her disappear behind the dressing room door, Draco shook his head and chuckled. This little wife just loves to dig her own grave.
For Draco, being male, changing clothes is much simpler.
He picked up a black suit and started changing. Since Hermione was alone in the room, there was no need to be discreet.
A few minutes later, he was dressed and standing in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting his bow tie and smoothing out his cuffs.
A few minutes later, the dressing room door opened, and Hermione came out. Draco was momentarily unable to look away.
The soft, nude pink matte satin gown clung perfectly to Hermione's body, its cap sleeves and strapless design showcasing her beautiful shoulders and delicate collarbones. The off-white vintage lace trim around the V-neckline added a touch of gentleness and elegance.
The high-waisted cut accentuated Hermione's slender waist, creating a clean and smooth silhouette. The wide satin bow at her waist, matching the fabric, hung just below her thighs, swaying gently with her steps. It not only embellished the overall look but also added a touch of lively girlish charm.
Draco stepped forward and circled Hermione, his gaze following her every step for a moment before nodding in satisfaction. "How was it? A good choice for you, wasn't it?"
Hermione stood in front of the mirror, looked at herself from left to right, and although she seemed quite satisfied, she still habitually found fault with it to prevent Draco from becoming too proud. "It's alright, your taste isn't too bad, it's just that this bow... it's a bit too flashy."
"Fancy?" Draco chuckled, walking up behind Hermione, climbing around her waist, and turning her to the side so she could see herself better in the mirror. Then he gestured with his hands around her waist:
"How could it be flashy? The beauty of this bow lies precisely in this—it's not just decoration, but also serves to accentuate the waistline and emphasize proportions. Look how slim your waist is; with this bow, the visual effect is even more striking."
As he spoke, Draco's fingers lightly traced her waistline, lingering on the ribbon of her bow, his fingertips almost brushing against the outside of her thigh. Hermione tensed.
"It looks beautiful! I take back what I just said. This dress is perfect. Your taste is impeccable, okay!"
Hermione spoke very quickly, afraid that if she spoke too slowly the hand would continue to cause trouble, and she even moved her body forward a little while speaking.
Draco withdrew his mischievous hand with satisfaction. "Why didn't you say so earlier? You made me go through all that trouble."
Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco. Looking at herself in the mirror, she had to admit that Draco had excellent taste.
"Good, let's go, Miss Granger." Draco put his arm around Hermione's waist, and they walked out of the room together.
As soon as the door opened, Trillian was already waiting outside.
She changed into a red satin halter dress with a deep V-neck, a fishtail cut, and a high slit on the side, which perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure. She also styled her long hair high, revealing her slender neck. Her makeup was also more refined, with bright red lips, like a blooming red rose, passionate and flamboyant.
Seeing Trillian's outfit, Hermione couldn't help but say, "Isn't that red tank top a bit too flashy? The neckline is so low, you're practically showing too much skin."
Upon hearing this, Trillian puffed out her chest, making her already impressive curves even more eye-catching, and smiled gracefully:
" Hermione, this is called unleashing your charm. Besides, I want to create a contrast with you. If I dressed like you, wouldn't the young master's attention be entirely on you? I have to make myself stand out."
With that, the focus shifted to Draco. Hermione turned her gaze to Draco, wanting to hear his opinion.
Draco was also numb. Walking down the street, the pressure seemed to be coming from above. He whistled, looked up at the ceiling of the corridor, and admired the cruise ship's decor, but he just couldn't look at Trillian.
Finally, she gave in to Hermione's increasingly sharp gaze and could only state her position. "I don't like women dressed provocatively, letting others see eight or nine out of ten of them without paying a penny..."
"What if it's someone else's girlfriend, wife, or single woman?" Trillian asked deliberately.