Being born into a rich family is like winning the jackpot in the biggest casino in Las Vegas. Luck came to you like a bee to the sweetest honey. All childhood you were daddy's daughter, the youngest and cherished in the family. The servants in the mansion hung around you, and the new collection of "Little Pony" you can not surprise you. But no one stopped giving them to you because you were sure to throw a tantrum. No one believed that you would grow up to be a reasonable person, and as a teenager you didn't want to hear that your husband wouldn't play the role of your daddy. Who will give you gifts, give everything, and in return he will get only a beautiful and spoiled girl with shapes and model features. What else does he want?

Technology was almost taking over the world, and you grew up with it. You graduated with a diploma, and during high school you changed expensive equipment more than guys. And after your senior year, you finally met him. Sam Winchester. Handsome and from a rich family, too. You had to chase after this tall, handsome guy for a while, but you ended up sleeping over at each other's house every now and then. Your parents realized that the bells were already ringing off the hook at the sight of your behavior. So, being on your own, you had to get used to having to earn what you could for a brand new iPhone. Literally. Now Sam was the source of your wish fulfillment.

The new phone was getting more and more attractive, and your paycheck was as far away as Everest. It wasn't the first time you'd asked him, but every time, your knees were red and sore for days. "You know what to do, pretty girl." - muttered your boyfriend while sitting on the couch with his pants down. There's no other way, but it's all about him and your "want".