Touche of Medusa

Mrs. Beezleworth slid her petticoat down her thighs and stepped out of them.  The smell of burning rose wax permeated the evening air and a gentle breeze made the candle's flame flicker.  She kicked the undergarment out from under her hosed feet and slid her fingers under the waistband of her panty hose.  Panty hose and a petticoat?  It takes much vintage clothing to make a harlot she thought to herself.  Is a role on Broadway so important?  Yes.  She rolled down her hose until she was wearing nothing but her high waisted cotton granny panties.  These are so sexy she thought.  (But they are comfortable, especially when running about onstage.)  "You could carry your lunch in those," Dannon exclaimed from behind her dressing curtain.  "That's not all I carry, Love."  "Show me, Ms Moneypenny."  "I will."  Dannon slid from behind the curtain and crawled naked into her bed.  "Naked," he said.  "Yes dear, I know.  Give me a minute."  She exited into the bathroom and returned minutes later her face covered in cold cream and wearing her dressing gown."  "I'm a picture, huh?"  "Yes, he said."   She dropped her robe and like a heathen goddess made her way to the bed."  "If I didn't know better, darling, you could be Medusa."  "Medusa with the best mouth on Broadway."  "Touche."