He took control of her mind

"Oh, not much, but let me see the clothes you bought," he said, and Paris...wanted to show him the clothes she'd bought. Of course she did. She smiled as she pulled some clothes out of one of the bags she was holding.

"Oh, they're very cut-" Paris started to say, before he cut her off.

"No, no, you hate them. They look so ugly that you want to rip them up and toss them in the garbage," he said, pointing to a nearby garbage can.

"Eww, gross," Paris scowled as she looked at the clothes. How had she thought these were cute. She grabbed then and tore them in half before tossing them into the garbage, "Why would I buy such ugly clothes?"

"Clearly, your current Sugar Daddy doesn't understand you, that's why. You bought them because you want to look good for him, but he has bad taste. He doesn't understand you like I did," he spoke, and Paris pouted as she looked at him, having torn up all the clothes she'd bought and thrown them all out.

"You're so right! I'm so stupid for having left you. Is there any way I could earn you back, Daddy?" Paris stepped right up in front of him.

"I think we can figure something out. Hand me your phone and that credit card you were using and then get on your knees and suck my cock," he commanded, and Paris did as asked without hesitation, handing over her phone and her awful Sugar Daddy's credit card before dropping to her knees and fishing his cock out. This wasn't all that unusual of a sight in a place like Eros Bay, a woman giving a blowjob in such a public place...it was why the mall, and many other places in the city, had a strict 18+ rule.

Paris moaned as she eagerly sucked on his cock, looking up as he took pictures of her doing it with her phone, and also snapped the credit card in half, taking a picture of it destroyed before tossing it in the garbage. She swallowed his cum eagerly as he came down her throat, before he handed her phone back to her, showing that he'd texted her...now former Sugar Daddy that she'd decided to get back together with her last Sugar Daddy and didn't need his money anymore, with the pictures he'd taken attached.

"Oh, thank you, Daddy..." Paris hummed. She would be much happier now...

"We're not done yet, Paris. Did you forget? You hate all clothes. You're my pet, and pets don't wear clothes. Or own things, either...we'll get to that later, but you certainly don't like clothes, or spending your Daddy's money. You just care about pleasing Daddy, isn't that right?" he said.

Paris' hands were already pulling off her clothes as he spoke, as she realized just how much she hated wearing clothes. She was his pet and pets didn't need clothes. She tossed her clothes in the garbage can, but stayed on her knees as she did it all.

"Oh, you're right, Daddy...I'd hate to spend your money..." she hummed, before pouting up at him, "But...do you think you could maybe get me a collar?"

He chuckled down at her, "Spending money on you at the sex shop is the one place I'm always happy to spoil you at..."