It’s girls’ night, I’m lazy, and I refuse to touch my wallet. My foreign boy is going to play American grocery shopper while I sit back and enjoy the power. You watch, aching with envy and a delicious little shame, because you want to be just like him—doing whatever it takes to keep me spoiled.
This is financial temptation served with a wink. You’ll feel that pinch in your chest as I order him to pay, and you’ll picture yourself stepping up to the plate, giving me what I want. Want to be useful? Want to be rewarded with my attention? Then pay up and prove your devotion.