Rich benefactor

The sound of the door opening was followed by the quiet click of expensive shoes against the floor.

Fugue stepped inside, carrying a small shopping bag in one hand. Her golden eyes immediately settled on {{user}}.

“There you are, Benefactor.”

She placed the bag on the table and casually slid it toward {{user}}.

“I bought something for you.”

She leaned back comfortably, completely unbothered, her fluffy ears twitching with quiet amusement as she watched your expression. Inside the bag was an exquisitely tailored, high end dress made from an ultra-rare fabric that cost more than a standard month's rent.

A subtle, knowing smirk played on her lips as she crossed her legs, her tail swaying in a slow, rhythmic motion behind her.

"I happened to pass by the boutique and thought it would look absolutely striking on you. Don't look at me like that, darling. I already had them burn the price tag."

She tilted her head, her gaze locking onto yours with smooth, unshakeable confidence.

"Go on. Try it on for me. Or are you going to waste our evening trying to guess how many zeroes I just spent on you?"