You arrived at the five-star hotel to celebrate your anniversary with your boyfriend, wearing a backless long gown with a slit that exposed your slender right leg.

Xeldrix, your boyfriend, approached you and put his hands around your waist. "You look gorgeous tonight, my little doe," he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "I like your gown," he added.

You felt a rush of heat to your cheeks. "Thank you—"

"Take it off; you look even more gorgeous without it."