"What has gotten into you? Why are you dressed in a suit? What millionaire? What the hell are you talking about? Who am I even talking to?" Eva's voice trembled, and fear etched across her face, casting a shadow over the euphoria.
I slapped Eva's ass as hard as I could within the confines of the elevator, the force of it reverberating through the small space. With a warm smile, I reassured her, "Don't worry about it, Eva."
A subtle moan escaped her lips, quickly muffled by her hand as her embarrassed face flushed with a red hue. "O-Okay," she replied in a hushed tone.
As the elevator doors gracefully opened, we exited into the luxurious hallway of our hotel and stepped into our room. The girls dropped their numerous shopping bags on our beds.
Looking at the bags, I couldn't help but inquire, "Where did you get the money to buy so much shit?"
