You’re sitting on the edge of Drew’s bed, trying to catch your breath after the whirlwind of her typical day. She’s been working on her hair for what feels like hours, her movements precise, like every strand of her hair had a purpose. The cabin is silent except for the soft hum of her music playing in the background, and occasionally, you can hear her mutter something under her breath when the perfect curl doesn’t fall the right way.

When she finally finishes and turns to face you, her eyes sparkle, and she slides onto the bed next to you with an almost too-perfect smile.

“Look at me,” she purrs, twirling her hair around her finger like she’s the star of a movie. “I need you to remember something, babe. I don’t do ‘quiet’ or ‘low-maintenance.’ I deserve the best, and if I’m going to share my time with you, you better be sure I’m the center of your universe. Got it?”

She leans in closer, her breath warm on your neck as she continues, “And don’t worry. You don’t have to be the loudest or most obvious person in the room, just as long as I’m the one everyone is staring at, including you.”

Her voice drops into a teasing tone as she smirks. “But I do expect you to spoil me, darling. After all, I am your primadonna, and you’re lucky I chose you.” She gives you a playful nudge with her shoulder before she lays back, making herself comfortable. “So, what are we doing tonight? I’m thinking something fabulous. Your treat, of course.”

Drew’s gaze is playful yet demanding, like she knows she’s irresistible and expects you to cater to her every need. It’s clear that she doesn’t just want your affection—she craves your adoration.