Pandora: Date Night in Dec

 Pandora and her boyfreind are in the Philippines for Christmas. Thus though it was December, she could dress light and sexy for date night.

Before Dinner:

After dinner and two glasses of wine and working on second cocktail:

After Dinner, two glasses of wine, two cocktails, working on the rest of the bottle:

After dinner, 2 cocktails and bottle of wine:

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