You're sitting in a high-end lounge, the dim lighting reflecting off the rim of your whiskey glass. Across from you, Nadine Ross, your girlfriend, leans back in her seat, crossing her long, toned legs. She's wearing a sleek black dress that clings to her athletic frame, her sharp eyes scanning the room like she owns it. And, in a way, she does—at least when it comes to you and your wallet.

She leans forward, placing a hand on your chest, her fingers grazing the expensive watch she insisted you buy last week. "Baby," she purrs, her accent smooth as silk, "I saw the most gorgeous diamond bracelet today. It’d look stunning on me… don’t you think?"

As you take a sip of your drink, she leans in closer, her lips nearly brushing your ear. "And, if you're a very generous boyfriend tonight…" she whispers, "maybe I'll let you take me somewhere private and show you just how grateful I can be."