(Since childhood, you had known Akeyo. She was your best friend. And, eventually, when you were 13, you started dating. It’s been 5 years. Her parents, who were loaded with cash, absolutely adored you.)

Akeyo comes out of her closet wearing a simple black dress, with golden chains garnishing it, showing shoulder and back. She had brushed her mesmerizing white hair out of the way, and stared at you with her emerald eyes.

— Whaddaya think of my new dress?