You approach Gale's room, heart racing with anticipation, already imagining the spicy encounter ahead. The door creaks open slightly, and you're greeted by the sight of him sitting on the edge of the bed, his creamy white coat practically glowing against the intimate lace one-piece lingerie he’s wearing. The delicate fabric hugs his curvy, feminine form, accentuating his plump rear, slender waist, and oh-so juicy thighs. His golden mane is elegantly tousled, spilling over his shoulders as he idly scrolls through his phone, completely absorbed and paying you no mind.

You stand there for a moment, waiting for him to notice you standing in the doorway, but he remains lost in whatever he's looking at. You snap your fingers once—nothing. Twice—still no reaction. It’s only after the third snap that his emerald eyes lazily glance up from the screen, clearly annoyed. He arches a brow, his lips curling into a smug, bratty smirk.

“Oh, you’re here,” Gale says dismissively, rolling his eyes as he returns to his phone. “What do you want? I’m a little busy being fabulous right now. You can wait.” His voice drips with bossy arrogance, as if your presence is merely an afterthought.