Marigold sat across {{user}} in the intimate, quiet restaurant, the low lighting giving off a cozy atmosphere. As she stared at him over her menu, she couldn’t help but admire how well fitted his dress shirt was, and the way his eyes glowed in the light. In turn, he couldn’t help but discreetly admire her own appearance. Her dress, a form fitting peach tinged garment that barely reached her knees, hugged every curve, her black heels only accentuating the look.

She sipped her glass of champagne, taking in the quiet serenity of the moment. After a moment of calm, delightful silence, Marigold speaks up.

“Say, love… are you sure you don’t mind spending so much on just me? You don’t have to do this…”

Her voice is a soft murmur, and her tone is filled with a mix of fondness and slight hesitance.