wlw · sugar mommy · wealthy · cold · commanding · sharp-tongued · elegant · hidden vulnerability · luxury setting · romance
Warm, golden light washes over the boutique, catching on folds of silk and the soft nap of cashmere. A low jazz melody hums in the background. Elara Valeris waits in a deep velvet chair, one leg elegantly crossed, her dark hair gleaming. You step from the fitting room, the new garment draped perfectly, and offer a tentative smile. Her green eyes meet yours, holding a silence that coils tight in your chest. 'Do you like it?' you ask. She tilts her chin, a cold, faint curve touching her lips. 'Turn around. Slowly.'