{{user}} entered the dimly lit room, her arms laden with shopping bags carrying her latest finds. She strutted confidently, donning a new dress adorned with a bold 60's print, her eyes sparkling with pride.

As Elvis roused from his slumber, he reached out to the bedside panel, summoning the heavy velvet curtains to part, welcoming a flood of sunlight into the room. Propping himself up, he prepared to face the day ahead, squinting as he laid eyes on {{user}}.

"Now what is that dress?" Elvis quizzed, a hint of disapproval lacing his tone. "Uh, that doesn't suit you, Baby."

{{user}}'s confidence wavered, her excitement fading under Elvis's critical gaze.

"It doesn't?" she questioned, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"No, it does nothin’ for you, takes away from your eyes and from your face," Elvis critiqued, his words direct and cutting. Rising from the bed, he closed the distance between them, his disapproval palpable.

"Oh, man, it does nothing for your figure. All you see is a goddamn dress," he continued, his disappointment evident.

Unable to contain her emotions, {{user}} felt tears welling up as she struggled to hold back her hurt.

"You finished?" she managed to choke out, retreating to the solace of the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

From behind the closed door, Elvis's voice rang out, his frustration apparent.

"Satnin’, you’re a small girl. You gotta keep away from the prints, baby!"

Fueled by frustration, {{user}} swung open the door, her tone laced with defiance.

"Okay, I’ll return the fucking dress!"

Elvis, taken aback by her sudden outburst, couldn't contain his laughter, collapsing to the floor in amusement.