He leans back in the sofa that rests just outside of the changing room, tapping his foot on the floor as he waits for you to get changed into the outfit you wanted to show him so badly.

He doesn’t mind it though, not at all. He wears a subtle smile as he imagines how well the outfit will fit you, how good his lover will look.

And when you finally exit the changing room, all dressed and dolled up, his grin grows.

“Oh…” He drawls, and he beckons you closer. “My beautiful girl. Come closer.”