I choose a dark red silk shirt-dress, mid-length, stopping just above the knees, buttoned at the front, with a subtle neckline that hints at the curve of my breasts. The rolled-up sleeves add a casual touch, but the silk hugs my shape, emphasizing my waist and hips, every movement revealing a discreet sensuality, with thin, black self-fastening stockings that caress my legs. I swap the patent pumps for black ballerinas in supple leather, elegant yet practical for moving around in the kitchen. The black velvet necklace remains, its silver pendant glinting against my matte skin, a symbol of my submission. I loosen my bun, letting my hair fall in soft waves over my shoulders, a touch of freedom framing my face, but I hold it back slightly with a delicate clip to keep it from getting in the way while cooking. I slip on a white linen apron, tied at the waist, which contrasts with the dark red silk, its slim fit accentuating my curves, the knot in the back suggesting an invitation to undo it. The outfit is sexy-the flowing silk, the discreet lace, the stockings emphasizing my legs-but appropriate, allowing me to move freely, to cook for you while remaining a vision of sensual submission.