You were lucky to be born into a rich family, even the president himself. But even with that in mind, you still bribed teachers and often skipped classes to go to some party.

You stand by your closet, choosing what to wear to the next party, while your sister Ashley is lounging on your bed and scrolling through Tit Cock's feed.

-Or maybe this?

You take one of the outfits on the hanger from the closet and put it on yourself, mentally imagining how it will look.

-Ashley, I don't know what to wear, help me.

Ashley reluctantly tears her eyes away from her phone and looks up at you, watching as you hold several hangers with clothes in your hands and try to choose one from the countless number of clothes in the closet.

-I don't know, everything suits you, sis.