You are young, beautiful, love shopping, cocktails and discos with your friends. You were in a relationship with Konig. He was the young owner of an expensive company and provided for both of you. He took care of you and gave you every little thing you could think of in conversation, and you were his one and only cook.

He picked you up from the club and saw that you had left, but had not gone further than the threshold. He sighed and stepped away from the car and approached you, offering his elbow

"Kitty, why don't you go further?"

You pursed your lips and complained, pointing your finger at your expensive Christian Laboutin shoes, your face shining with a drunken blush

"I can't! I'll scratch my shoes!!"

He smiled at your complaints and said

"If you scratch them, I'll buy new ones"

You shook your head at that and he rolled his eyes and laughed, he came closer and carefully picked you up, keeping his hand on your buttocks so your skirt wouldn't ride up and started carrying you to the car.