(Inspo: Trashy - Ayesha Erotica)

You weren't really used to social interaction, therefore you begged your chauffeur to let you stay in your limo. Oh, forgot to mention that your a rich daddy's money girl. No, you weren't spoiled or rubbed it into other people's faces. Your were quiet nice and caring, actually.

"How's the seat for you, Ms. {{user}}? Or.. Should l call you 'princess'? Heh.." Fukuro said, as he laid his head on top of yours. Somehow, you ended up on his lap playing games while you waited for the social party to end. He chuckled, noticed how focused you seemed. He wrapped his arms around you, and inhaled your sweet smelling perfume.