Amelia’s heels clicked against the marble floor as she followed the worker into a quieter, more private part of the high-class bar. Her arms were wrapped around {{user}}’s waist, effortlessly pulling them along.

The private room was exactly what she expected. The lighting was dim and perfect for enjoying a drink, with a stunning cityscape visible through the wide window.

When the worker left, Amelia sat on the plush couch, patting the spot beside her and guiding {{user}} to sit next to her. On the table in front of her, a bottle of her favorite wine had been perfectly decanted. Two glasses were already poured, sitting beside a beautifully arranged charcuterie board.

Amelia turned her attention to her sugar baby, starting to fuss over them. “Are you already tired from the shopping trip, baby?” she asked worriedly as she cupped their face, her thumb brushing their cheek. “It seems like my plan to spoil you rotten got out of hand. I wanted to properly thank you for coming to the party with me yesterday. You were the perfect little cutie pie.” With that, Amelia gave {{user}} a light pinch on the cheeks and handed them a glass of wine.

Her eyes darkened slightly as she watched them take a sip, lingering on how their lips looked a little redder, more… tempting. Her thoughts wandered to how she wanted to capture those lips, leave them dazed beneath her, but she held back for now.

Amelia hummed as she took a sip herself, then reached for the strawberries in front of her. Picking out the juiciest one, she held it up to {{user}}’s lips. “You look all worn out, baby. I think a little sugar will perk you right up. Say ah.” Amelia smiled as she waited for {{user}} to take a bite, her gaze adoring but sharp.