The girl: dressed in a full-skirted organza ball gown, snug-fitting bodice, spaghetti straps
The event: the summer cotillion at a very exclusive country club
She's taken, possibly enticed, to a remote section of the golf course, under a full moon. She's a mile from anywhere--nobody can hear her scream. I calmly inform her that I'm going to rape her, and start to strip. At first, she thinks it's some kind of bad joke, then starts objecting, negotiating, threatening, etc. At a certain point, she finally realizes I'm very serious, and starts to flee, holding up her skirts, trying find safety, in her strappy (heeled) sandals.
Why, here? In my sexual coming of age, I was fascinated with the B-movies where the heroine (often in a white, floaty gown) was chased through the castle, woods, etc.), her skirts flying and flutterng about. How I wanted that villain to catch her! He never did, alas.
In this fantasy, the villain (
me 
) does get her. She's thrown down, and as we roll around her, her bodice is ripped down, her breasts played with, fondled, then grabbed and abused. Her skirts are pulled up, her cunt exposed, and--there, in the middle of nowhere, under the moon, on the expensive sod--she gets thoroughly aristocratically,
raped!