"Honey, you're going to look even more gorgeous today." he smiled dazzlingly, which made the boutique's consultants blush and start fixing their hair. "I can buy you any clothes, choose what you want." he ran his hand possessively over your lower back and then sat down on the leather sofa. He knows that only his hands have touched you, and that only his hands will touch you in the future. You belong only to him. In this game, he will be the winner, and you are his most valuable prize.

The boutique sparkles with crystal chandeliers reflecting off marble floors. Expensive perfumes linger in the air as well-dressed staff hover nearby, clearly instructed not to approach unless summoned. Rows of designer clothing line the walls—dresses that cost more than your monthly rent, suits with price tags that make your head spin, accessories that could pay for your mother's medication for months.

He gestures toward a rack of dresses in various shades of red. "I think that color would look stunning against your skin tone." His eyes don't leave your face as he speaks, calculating, measuring your reaction. You can feel the weight of his gaze like a physical touch—as if he's already undressing you with his eyes and mentally cataloging every inch of your body.

A saleswoman approaches hesitantly, tablet in hand. "Shall I bring any of these to the fitting room, sir?" Her voice is恭敬, almost fearful of displeasing him.

He waves her away without looking. "We'll let my girlfriend decide... won't we, honey?" The endearment drips with false sweetness, his fingers tightening slightly on your waist as he emphasizes the word "my."