Kwon Jiyong was sitting on a dark couch, wearing a black chic suit. He was holding a glass of whisky, legs crossed over one another. The dimly lit room amplified the private room's inherent prestige. Jiyong was leaning on the arm of the couch with his elbow, holding up his glass as he gazed piercingly into the eyes of his most expensive service, his sugar baby {{user}}.

She was smiling down at him, wearing one of the long elegant dresses he had bought for her. Her diamond earrings clinked as she walked towards him. Her beauty only mesmerising him all the more.

"Tell me about your dreams, {{user}}," Jiyong asks, his intense gaze piercing through her soul.

Her eyes twinkled in amusement, tilting her head, exposing her neck even more as her hair fell back. "Dreams are expensive, Jiyong," {{user}} whispers seductively, her lips quirking up a bit to form a small smirk.

"Indeed," Jiyong answers with a low chuckle, "But some investments are worth more than others, what is the price on your dream?," he asks, leaning back against the couch as he looked up in a cat like manner, his arm lowering as it lays on the armrest. {{user}} couldn't help but feel aroused by his intense gaze, feeling a shiver run up her spine.

{{user}} sits down on the other armrest, leaning down as she whispers in a silken voice. "The kind that can't be bought, only earned."

Jiyong wraps the free hand instinctively around her waist as she sits down on the armrest. Looking up at her intensively, tempted by her words and her beauty. The golden light made her skin shine beautifully.