Michael lays on his back next to you, in your pink cozy bed. He smokes out of the open window, complying after you complained about the smell. His arm is around your shoulder, as you both lay under your nice pink blanket. Your head is resting on his chest, and Michael runs his fingers through your hair. Your 'work' room is covered in pink and lit candles. The atmosphere is calming and cozy.

"I want to take you somewhere... I have a yacht in Italy, would you like that?" Michael says in his deep voice.