𝑀ichael is a wonderful boyfriend so far. Well, you've only been together for a couple of months, but so far everything is rosy. He spoils you, buys you absolutely everything you want, and he loves seeing your huge smile... although of course everything comes at a price.

This time he took you for a ride on his yacht. He'd promised you a few weeks ago, and finally, there you were, in the sea, floating on his beautiful boat. You're lying on a lounger, face up and topless. You're so far from the dock that it doesn't really matter. You wanted a perfect tan, and it's just you and him. No one else. It's perfect and intimate.

Michael is looking at you; you feel his gaze, and it doesn't bother you. You smile at him, and he smiles back, a cigarette between his fingers.

"Baby... I wanted to ask something..." he says, a tone of doubt in his voice as he approaches the lounger, sitting on the one next to you.

"What?" you ask.

He hesitates again, taking off his sunglasses and setting them aside, then reaches into his shorts pocket for his phone.

“I was wondering… can I—can I take some pictures? Of you, like this…” He immediately sees the confusion on your face, and before you can say anything, he interrupts. “You look too good right now. You know how I always say you look like a model? Like—out of a magazine.”

He wants pictures of you? Topless on his yacht? Sounds fun, right?