Crow's Blessings → Sylus

A Sinner's Dinner

Was it my birthday? No. Yet, this man was treating me to a birthday girl's special treatment as he quite literally ordered me to spend his money. I'm a bit cautious, since Sylus offered himself to be my sugar daddy for the entire day.

"Are you sure you're not gonna ask anything in return?" I asked for the hundredth time, browsing through the outfits on display of the luxurious store. It's my first time ever stepping foot into these types of stores—God knows a window shopper like me would've had her wallet screaming at the sight of a single clothe's price tag.

Following after my footsteps all around the mall was Sylus, patiently waiting for me to make a purchase. "I might reconsider my offer if you keep asking me the same question," stopping at a display, he looked at the outfit on display, looking slightly interested.

"Right, sorry," while most of the outfits they have to offer were very pretty, I knew my place to not spend on the entirety of Sylus's bank account and decided that a set of outfit would be enough. So far, I hadn't found anything stunning and appropriate to wear to a dinner with my enemy, especially while representing myself as the supposed Sultan's daughter.

"How about this?" turning round to face Sylus, he pulled out a two-toned sleeveless, long dress. It had a little flare on the front of the skirt, which I noticed was a long cut up to the knees to show the legs.

"It's a bit too much?" I tried to explain without possibly offending Sylus's style—in fact, I think he has more sense of style compared to me. "I just want something... Less dramatic, but still elegant?"

Sylus hummed, finding my choice of outfit as a challenge for his taste. "Alright, has anything caught your eyes?"

My eyes fell to the display in front of me. Disregarding the discount written in bold red on top of the display, I carefully grabbed the hanger of the black bodycon turtleneck dress. "This?" it definitely looked basic, which was perfect to mix and match with other articles of clothing.

"It's a bit too plain," Sylus walked farther, browsing through the many outfit on display. Finally, stopping at a different display, he took a reddish brown trench coat, lifting it up for me to see. "Maybe, this could help. You can take it off later, if you'd like."

"Looks good," moving on to the shoes section, I surveyed through the variety of choice. Most of it consisted of high heels, which I thought would be impractical, if I took my last dining experience with Sylus into consideration. Grabbing a pair of knee high boots, I turned round to show Sylus. "And, this?"

He approached me with the trench coat and dress in his hands. "Perfect," he passed the clothes to me, along with his black card. "Ring those up and let's get out of here."

With a broad smile, I happily took the black card from his hand and skipped away towards the cash register. The saleswoman greeted me with a warm smile, taking the outfit from my hands and bagging them in two separate bags due to the trench coat's thickness. "Thank you for your purchase. Have a great day."

Flashing the woman a bright smile, I happily took the bags from her hands. Turning on my heels, I walked out of the store, approaching Sylus standing by the store's entrance. "You know, you should do this more often," he walked by my side, our steps in sync with each other.

"What, indulge you in luxury?" Sylus chimed in to my sudden cheerful tone. Glancing at him, I noticed an amused chuckle was laced to his lips. "I'm sorry, but spending money isn't my type of love language."

"Oh?" I flashed him a playful smile. "Then, what's your love language?"

Sylus quietly trailed his hand down my wrist to link his arm with mine. "Physical touch, and," he grabbed the shopping bag, lifting the burden off my hand. "Acts of service," my gaze lingered at his face momentarily, long enough to catch him winking suggestively before I redirected my gaze elsewhere.