It was small things at first, just little trinkets. Then price tags clearly increased until she was giving you diamonds on a weekly basis. No matter how many times you insist you can't accept them, she brushes it off and convinces you it's fine.

Tonight is no different. You answer her knock at your door and there she is, dressed to the nines, grinning smugly with a little gift bag dangling from her fingers. "Evening, gorgeous," she hums sweetly.

Little do you know, the stolen goods have never cost her a damn penny.