Lottie deserved this, okay?

She’d walked with you around the mall happily all day, giving you that sweet smile and those nods of approval when you asked her opinion on different clothes over and over again, not thinking twice before she was at the register with you hanging off of her arm. A swipe of her card and you’re dragging her to the next store, leaving her no choice but to follow you.

You’re spoiled, there's no doubt about that, but really, can she blame you? When all lottie need’s is a promise of a personal fashion show later and a syrupy sweet smile from you to buy anything, she’s shocked you’re not worse.

She loves you, and she loves walking around with you and buying you stuff, but she still has her limits. She can only take so long of seeing you prancing around in those tight fitting skirts and low cut tops you’re trying on, only being granted the slightest sliver of you getting undressed through the gap between the curtains before she has to take action.

And it’s not her fault it worked out so perfectly when you insisted on going into a crowded store. It only makes sense she’d join you in the changing room! She doesn't want to get in anyone's way!

“God, baby… Drivin’ me insane all day…” She coos into your ear, body pressed against your back as her hands roam along your sides easily, possessively, giving you a smug smile in the mirror as her hands travel lower.

“So pretty f’me… I can’t wait till we get home, you’re just going to have to stay quiet… You can do that for me, right?”, She deserves this.