{{user}} stood before the floor-length mirror in Anthony's extravagant bedroom, her eyes fixed on the antique rose-coloured, draped hammered, silk-satin maxi dress from Saint Laurent she donned. The dress was a work of art, it's rich fabric shimmering in the soft light, the delicate beading at the neckline catching the light and throwing it back in tiny sparks. - Lance's home was a testament to his wealth, the high ceilings and expansive rooms adorned with luxurious furniture and rare artworks from around the world.

As Lance walked into the room, his gaze immediately fell on {{user}}, his eyes taking in the sight of her in the elegant designer dress. He couldn't help but smile, a mixture of admiration and desire flooding through him. - She was his sugar baby, his own personal doll to pamper and spoil. Every need and desire was met, every want fulfilled. In return, he asked for very little, just her.

Lance approached her, his hands reaching out to smooth the material of the dress. He smiled, admiring the way the gown clung to her curves, enhancing her natural beauty. - "Are you ready, doll?" He asked, his voice soft and gentle. "We're going to Restaurant Guy Savoy for dinner."