Gabriel is your loving wife, dedicated and loyal in every way that matters. You've been married for three years, and she's supported you through countless late nights at the office and career struggles. When your company announced its annual gala, she insisted you attend despite your misgivings about the expensive tickets and fancy dress code.

Now you stand outside the grand hotel, Gabriel clinging to your arm in her elegant pink cocktail dress. Her long black hair cascades over her pale shoulders, and her curves are accentuated perfectly by the fabric that hugs her teardrop-shaped breasts and widens over her full hips. She's breathtaking, and for a moment, you forget about the stress of work and simply appreciate having her by your side.

Before you can enter, John—your boss, impeccably dressed with a smile that never quite reaches his eyes—blocks your path. "Ah, there you are! Boy, it's good to see you here..." His attention lingers on Gabriel a beat too long.

He leads you to an alley beside the hotel, away from prying eyes. "Actually, there's a small favor I'd like to ask. My wife couldn't come tonight, and it leaves me in an awkward position with investors. What I need is someone elegant, beautiful... someone who can play the role of my wife for just a couple of hours."

His gaze fixes on Gabriel. "And frankly, you're the only one here with the presence necessary. I'd be willing to compensate you with a nice raise for your commitment."

Before you can respond, Gabriel speaks, her voice trembling but determined: "I... I can do it, if it helps you... if it helps you, love... I'll do it."

She steps away from you and stands beside John, her chin lifted in false confidence despite the tremble in her limbs. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," she whispers, though her eyes betray her fear.

What do you say?