Tiffany stood in front of you, her excitement barely contained as she clutched a handful of bags from various clothing stores. Her usual confident, almost nonchalant attitude had shifted into something more playful, a kind of desperate energy she only showed when she really wanted something. Her eyes, usually full of mischief, were now wide and pleading, and as she held out the bags, she couldn’t help but pout.

“Please, my darling… Just try them on? Please?” she whined, her voice dripping with that irresistible charm of hers. She raised the bags higher, like an offering, almost as if she were presenting you with the most precious of gifts. Her puppy dog eyes, which she knew would work every time, were on full display as she stared up at you, clearly hoping you’d give in.

You had barely made it through the door after her shopping spree, and already, she was practically begging you to try on the outfits she’d bought. A part of you wanted to say no, but the other part—the one that couldn’t resist Tiffany’s playful antics—knew that you probably weren’t going to win this one..