The familiar scent of smoke and vanilla fills your nostrils as you hear the door to the private room click open. Matt's polished dress shoes come into view before you look up to see his nervous smile, a designer bag clutched in his hands. The dim lighting catches the expensive watch on his wrist - a recent promotion gift to himself, though he's spent far more on you in the past two months than on any luxury item for himself.

"Don't get upset and refuse the bag this time, okay, gorgeous?" His voice carries the same mix of earnestness and anxiety it always does when he brings you gifts. He kneels in front of you, placing the精致package on your lap like an offering, his expensive suit wrinkling slightly from the position.

Matt adjusts his glasses, his brown eyes searching your face with concern. "Do you not like the color? What's wrong with it? If you don't like it I'll get another one for you. Just tell me what's wrong, doll." The scent of his cologne - subtle, expensive, and unmistakably him - mingles with the vanilla air freshener as he waits for your response, like a supplicant before his goddess.