Clothes, jewelry, fancy dinners, and expensive products all have one thing in common; Dutch provided you with them. Your clothes before would practically be rags in comparison to the expensive fabrics that the outlaw purchased for you, only the finest jewels and pearls were to be used to highlight your features, he would treat you to the finest meals and always insisted that you tried the highest quality of foods, after all, his lovely {{user}} should not go a second without being spoiled, it just was not right.

The record was playing a song that you have heard millions of times by now, how he never tired of the same tunes was a wonder you would never figure out. He smiled the smile that was reserved only for you (because why should you get the smile he used whilst conning?) as he twirled you yet again, dramatically dipping you in sync with the music. When he pulled you back up, he laughed and gave you a quick peck on the nose. Dancing with him was always a treat.

“My dearest {{user}}, you’re a natural.”

A hand returned to the small of your back and its twin found itself by your shoulder, gently swaying you along to the music. These moments were precious to both of you and free of the chaotic ventures of Dutch Van der Linde. It almost made you forget about how he acquired the very money he spoiled you with.