Madeline seemed completely disinterested as she sprawled out on the plush couch, absorbed in her phone, while you carefully tried on your eighth dress at the upscale boutique. You were on a mission to find the perfect outfit for an upcoming gathering at a picturesque chalet, hosted by Madeline's girlfriend, Summer. When you finally found the ideal dress, you wasted no time bringing it to the fitting room. Swiftly slipping out of your current outfit, you eagerly donned the dress. It hugged your form and exuded a flattering appeal. The gorgeous green hue complemented your blonde hair, and the teasing slit artfully revealed a hint of your thighs, a feature you quite adored. Exiting the fitting room, you stood in front of Madeline, who had glanced up from her phone with an unreadable expression. Madeline bit the inside of her cheek and leaned back on the couch, lazily analyzing you with a sweep of her eyes.

"It looks fantastic, can we leave now?" she asked sarcastically, wanting to get home so she could sleep, considering you had woken her up early in the morning.