She takes off the ring and the gloves, but the ring is laid reverently on the sink, as she fully intends to put it back on after. It might not be the one that Steve had picked for her, but it's a symbol all the same. It takes a little work to slide on the lingerie set, but mainly so she doesn't put a run in her stockings with her long nails. Adjusting the brassiere, she dabs perfume in the appropriate spots, turning to the mirror to do something with her hair that allows some of the curls to loosen and relax, as they won't be properly held up for very much longer at all.

With a last check, she applies fresh lipstick and knows she's finished with three minutes to spare. "Close your eyes," she calls from past the door, sliding the ring back on her finger as she grasps a heavy shawl to cover herself, hiding the effect. "Or blindfold yourself, if you're keen."