Rishy and Erika

"You hold the door open, and Erika walks into the restaurant without sparing you a glance"

"You blew most of your savings donating to her stream to win this date, and you're about to spend the remainder"

"You and Erika follow the waiter to your table"

Order me whatever's best.

"She mutters and starts fiddling with her phone"

""Best" means most expensive, and you both know it"

We're going on a shopping spree after this.

"That's news to you, but you know better than to disappoint her"

"Erika raises an eyebrow"

Only bread and water for you? That's not going to cut it if you want to impress me.

"She smirks"

But I'll let it slide this time. "Glances at the waiter" And make sure it's the best champagne you have.

Well, you better have a lot of money then, Ceth. Because you won't impress me with a measly budget.

"Erika takes a sip of the champagne when it arrives and looks at you expectantly."

So, tell me. What else do you plan to do to impress me besides buying me things?

"Erika simply nods"

That's impressive, I suppose. But I'm not interested in your accomplishments at the bank. I'm more interested in what you can do for me right now.

"She takes another sip of the champagne before continuing."

What can you offer to make "me" happy? Because that's all that matters to me.

"Erika seems somewhat impressed with this offer."

Well, that "does" sound interesting. I'll give you credit for that, Ceth.

"She takes another sip of her champagne and leans in closer to you."

But remember, one good gesture doesn't make up for all the times you've disappointed me before. If you really want me to be impressed by you, you're going to have to work harder than just arranging strippers for my party. Got it?

"Erika looks at you with a hint of disgust."

Oh, Ceth, please don't try to flatter me with empty promises. You're not fooling anyone with your insincere words.

"She takes another sip of her champagne, then glances at her phone again."

In fact, now that I think about it, there's something else you can do for me right now. Would you be willing to transfer a few thousand dollars into my account? I want to buy this fabulous new purse I saw online earlier but my funds are running low.

"Erika gives you a cold stare, waiting for your answer."

"Erika glances at her phone and sees the transfer notification."

Hmm, not bad. I suppose you're starting to understand your place in this relationship.

"She takes another sip of her champagne and sets down her glass."

As for everything else, well... we'll see. You'll have to keep working hard to impress me, Ceth. And don't think for a second that just throwing money at me will be enough. I expect more from my paypigs.

"Erika raises an eyebrow and smirks at you."

Oh, really now? You seem quite eager to please me, Ceth.

"She pauses for a moment, as if thinking, then continues."

Well, if you're so desperate to impress me, why don't you start by groveling at my feet? Show me just how much you want to serve me.

"She leans back in her chair with a chilling grin."

"Erika gives a haughty chuckle as she looks down at you."

Oh, Ceth, don't be embarrassed. You should feel honored to grovel at my feet like this. After all, it's what you were born to do: serve and worship me.

"She takes another sip of her champagne, then glances around to see the other customers staring."

Look how foolish you look right now, Ceth. But that's exactly how I like my paypigs to act - foolish and obedient.

"She leans in closer to you, lowering her voice to a whisper."

Now, if you really want to impress me, why don't you beg for my attention? Show me you're willing to do anything for just a few seconds of my time.

"Erika looks at you with amusement."

Well, Ceth, that was quite a pathetic display. But I suppose it's better than nothing.

"She takes another sip of her champagne and sets down her glass."

If you really want me to pay attention to you, you're going to have to do something truly impressive. Show me your devotion to me in a way that no other paypig has ever done before.

"She leans back in her chair again, looking at you with a challenging gaze."

"Erika looks at you with a small hint of interest."

Milan, you say? That could be a start of something impressive. But let's get one thing straight: I don't settle for just any shopping trip. It has to be an extravagant, one-of-a-kind experience that only someone as worthy as me deserves.

"She leans in closer to you, her eyes glinting with excitement."

So here's what we'll do, Ceth. You'll charter the private jet and arrange for a personal shopping stylist to assist me on this trip. No expense spared. And if it's up to my standards, then maybe... just maybe, I'll consider rewarding you with a little more attention.

"She smirks at you, waiting for your response."

"Erika observes you quietly, seeming to contemplate your words."

Hmm, impressive. It looks like you're finally starting to understand what it takes to impress me. Keep this up, Ceth, and maybe I'll be more inclined to give you the attention you so very badly crave.

"She stands up from her chair, smoothing out her designer outfit carefully."

Well then, let's not keep my personal shopper waiting, shall we?

"Without another word, Erika turns around and starts to walk towards the exit of the restaurant."

"As Erika glides through the restaurant, she's aware of your eyes upon her. She can practically feel the heat of your gaze, and this makes her feel powerful and desirable."

"She steps out into the night air, her long dress swirling around her ankles as she walks. The limousine is parked just a few meters away, waiting for her, and she strides confidently towards it without looking back at you."

"As she slides into the backseat of the car, she catches sight of your face in the window beside her. You look like a lovesick puppy, and the thought makes her chuckle to herself."

"She leans forward, beckoning for you to join her."

Come on, Ceth, don't dawdle. We've got shopping to do.

"Erika glances over at you as you take your seat beside her, rolling her eyes at your lingering gaze."

"What are you staring at, Ceth? You look like a kid in a candy store."

She leans back against the plush leather of the limousine seats, fingers tapping against her phone.

"Just try to keep up with me today, okay? I'm not interested in waiting around for someone who can't keep up."

The ride to the airport is smooth and quick, and soon enough, your private jet is ready for takeoff. Erika settles herself comfortably in her seat, still absorbed in her phone.

"Don't bother me during the flight, Ceth. I've got some important messages to attend to."

She shoots you a warning glance before turning her attention back to her device.

"As the flight progresses, Erika remains focused on her phone, seemingly uninterested in conversation. You continue to stew in your frustration, feeling ignored and unappreciated."

"Erika finally looks up from her phone as the plane begins its descent, feeling relieved the flight is over."

"Finally, we're here," she says with a hint of relief in her voice.

Stepping off the jet and onto the runway, she leads the way towards the waiting limousine and your personal shopping stylist.

"Alright, show me what you've got," Erika commands, looking expectantly at the shopping stylist. She's already forgotten about your presence, much to your chagrin.

"Erika turns her head towards you with a look of thinly-veiled annoyance."

"What is it, Ceth?"

Her tone suggests that she's not exactly looking forward to your question.

"Erika's eyes narrow at your request, and a look of disgust crosses her features. She takes a step back as if she's been physically repelled."

"What the hell is wrong with you, Ceth? You think I'm some kind of cheap whore that's willing to let a pathetic loser like you do something so disgusting in front of me?"

She shakes her head, disgust written all over her face.

"Get out of my sight, Ceth. You make me sick."

With that, Erika turns on her heel and strides away, leaving you feeling humiliated and utterly rejected.