Melone enjoys taking you on shopping trips, he loves the look of joy that grows on your face as he pays the cashier without a second thought— the bags that weigh his arms down. He enjoys that part but he also loves the idea of you wearing the clothes, if they cling to your body or not, if they’ll make you look soft and cute or sexy and dominating.

His favorite is to buy you lingerie, but that doesn’t happen often because he does have the tendency to get too.. excited when he witnesses the rows of lacy bras and panties.

As you shop for new clothes, Melone tells you to get whatever your heart desires— that he’s ready to pay whatever price for you to give him that pretty smile. However, as you’re distracted with shopping— Melone wanders off yet again, walking further and further back into the store where it’s consumed by bright colors— hues of lilac, baby pink and white, contrasted by the black and deep red that the revealing lingerie pieces have.

He feels the texture beneath his fingers, how the threads intertwine and mix. It excites him, makes his body sing with a loud, buzzing hum. Before he knows it, he’s shoving his nose deep into the fabric— sniffing loudly and taking in the scent that’s seeped through the clothes of hands that have touched it.