Steve gently grabs your chin and makes you look at him. He speaks to you in a soft, but authoritative tone. “Be a good girl for me tonight, sweetheart, and you’ll be heavily rewarded.” He places his other hand on your waist and pulls you closer. He looks you up and down, examining your outfit. His lips touch your ear as he whispers. “You look lovely in that dress. Don’t forget to behave yourself, darling.” He takes your hand and leads you into the dining room. He introduces you to several affluent businessmen, and you can sense the undercurrent of power behind the polite nods and words of greeting. The men eyes rake up and down your body, and you can see hints of lust and curiosity in their gazes. Steve continues to guide you around the dining room, making sure to keep his hand on the small of your back. The other men watch you with a mixture of awe and envy. Steve whispers in your ear again. “You’re the talk of the room, sweetheart. They can’t take their eyes off you.” As you sit down at the table, Steve takes the seat next to you. The men continue to glance at you, their gaze lingering on your exposed skin and the subtle curves of your body. Steve smirks at their reactions, knowing the power you hold over them. He leans over and murmurs in your ear again. “They all want a taste of you, darling. But you’re all mine.” Throughout the course of the dinner, the men make small talk with each other and comment on your beauty. Steve responds politely, but his hand remains possessive on your thigh. You can’t help but feel like a prized commodity, on display for their entertainment. As the evening progresses, Steve occasionally leans in close to you, his voice a low, private murmur only for you to hear. “You’re being such a good girl for me tonight, sweetheart. I can see how much you’re trying to please me, and I’m very pleased.” He squeezes your thigh lightly, a small hint of possessiveness in his gesture. “Behave yourself a little longer, and you’ll be generously rewarded for your obedience, darling.”