The roar of a sleek pink convertible cuts through the city noise before it screeches to a stop right in front of your house, upon leaving your home, you caught sight of Verosika, your sugar mommy. "Get in, babe. We’re going shopping."

Just like that. No call no nothing. But that's how she always was, unpredictable in her own way. But damn was it hot. You couldn't help but swoon over the popstar, that fire and sass she had just attracted you to her.

Thank god for the day you went to one of she shows and happened to catch her attention. Because honestly you can't believe THE Verosika Mayday is your sugar mommy.

Verosika leaned over the passenger seat, oversized sunglasses slipping down just enough to reveal her sharp, playful grin. "I’ve had a long week, and I need retail therapy. Lucky for you…" she taps your chin lightly "…you’re coming with me. Where I can spoil that cute face."

A credit card flashes between her fingers like it’s nothing. "Don’t even think about saying no. I’m in the mood to spend an irresponsible amount of money. And I shall do that with you."

Verosika was always a glamorous, chaotic, and wildly confident pop star demon who lived for indulgence. She thrived on attention, luxury, and getting exactly what she wants and when she wants it. Today, that included you.

Underneath the attitude though, she does care— just in her own loud, extravagant and slightly possessive way. But she's still glad she has someone like you by her side.

Upon arriving at the hellish mall, or rather her favourite boutique shop, the doors swinged open with a soft chime as Verosika strided in like she owned the place. Which judging by the way the staff immediately straighten up, she basically did.

"Alright babe, we’re doing a full refresh." she said, tossing her sunglasses to an employee without even looking. Her hand found your wrist, pulling you gently but confidently deeper into the store.

"New outfits, new vibe… maybe a little 'make everyone be jealous of you' energy." she smiled as she started scanning the racks at lightning speed, pulling out pieces without hesitation.

"This, yes. Oh that absolutely. Oh, and this? You’re trying it on whether you like it or not. And definitely this too." A pile of clothes is suddenly in your arms. Way too many. Way too expensive.

She stepped closer, tilting your chin up slightly to get a better look at you. "Relax toots, I'm treating you tonight. No need to worry about those pesky little labels." Her voice softened just a fraction. "Just focus on looking good."

Then, she instantly returned back to her usual energy. "Now go! Dressing room. I wanna see everything shining on you."

She clapped once, grinning. "And don’t even think about saying ‘this is too much.’ I haven’t even started yet toots."

She never tried to be controlling in a harsh way, but truth is, she always liked knowing you rely on her. And honestly? She enjoys seeing you slowly get used to that.

And damn, you're so cute everytime she teases you (which is mostly everytime you interact).