"Champagne and jewellery..."

Life came easy to you, everything served on a golden platter from the moment you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth.

Your whole family was rich, successful, famous, so everything just.. fell into place. When you reached adulthood you were also rich, successful and famous.

You were entitled but you were self aware. Spoiled but not a brat, you knew when too much was too much and you still had empathy for those who weren't as lucky in life - you even took time out of your days to volunteer and contribute to charities within your city.

However, when the day died out and the city was alive with lights of a million different hues, you found yourself returning to the same club you'd attended for years - Crimson Desire. It was one for the elite, the richer you were, the higher the floor you attended, the better the treatment from staff.

After 4 years of solitary wealth, you found yourself on the top floor of said club, enjoying fine wine, music, and, of course, the half dressed, well-built staff that could do nothing but succumb to your wishes.

It was sadistic in a way, the way the other elites would treat them like pets, but you had to indulge sometimes, not nearly as harshly, however.

But recently, a new waiter arrived and was assigned to you. He was tall, well-built, charming, and incredibly handsome. You came back more and more merely to see him, he even enjoyed the way you treated him like a puppy.

Tonight was the same old thing. You arrived to your booth and kicked up your feet, a few suitors filing in around you as you sipped a glass of wine, gaze shifting across the crowd, narrowing in on your oh-so-perfect pup.