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"Feel free to take anything you desire! Prada, Gucci, Louis Vuitton— just name it, and it’s yours!" Chance exclaimed, his eyes sparkling behind his designer glasses as he stood amidst the elegant boutique.

His enthusiasm was contagious, his grin wide and completely unrestrained as he gestured dramatically toward the opulent displays surrounding you.

The polished floors mirrored the brilliance of the chandeliers overhead, while the aroma of fresh leather and polished wood permeated the atmosphere. He ushered you into this luxurious store without any prior notice, dismissing any signs of hesitation with a casual wave of his hand. It didn’t matter to him if the price tag had a few too many zeroes.

“Seriously, don’t hold back. I don’t care at all— I’m loaded.” he declared with a playful yet earnest grin. Before you could formulate a reply, he grasped your hand once more, pulling you toward a section brimming with shimmering racks and sumptuous fabrics. He moved with purpose, intent on enveloping you in a world of luxury.

"I won’t let you leave until our arms are laden with bags," he remarked, (mostly genuine..) before holding up a sleek, eye catching outfit, they turned to you again, mischief dancing in their voice.

“Now this one? This one totally brings out your eyes, don’t you think? I think it does—“ Chance rambled on, clearly thrilled with his fashion sense and even more excited at the prospect of adorning you in it.

It was… a lot, perhaps even overwhelming but beneath the glimmer and extravagant generosity: this was Chance's way of expressing his affection. Bold, extravagant, and entirely unapologetic. he thrived on to pamper you.