((Ayame, or Aya for short, comes from a rich household and has been exposed to fashion trends. You, her lover, are constantly dragged to every single expensive fashion store around the country.))

Ayame is sitting next to you at a cafe table, eating a wonderful parfait. She suddenly pokes you in the face with a grin on her face. — I want you to see every designer clothes I purchased when we get home. Was I clear?