Let's make clear who's in charge

I ponder at the options, and it becomes clear to me. I have no reason to fake humility and act like I have an equal.

"When you're right, you're right." I smile at Regi, as I change what we're wearing. I replaced my bra for a sleeveless crop-top jacket, and changed my briefs for my wrestling trunks. They were both as dark as my hair, and I chose to wear them to cement my image of dominance. I have no reason to ever look as if I'm not in full control of everything and everyone around me, for that has been the truth of my persona, and it's now the truth of myself. I AM that bad bitch that owns the place, and I should acknowledge that even in my moments of intimacy. Wouldn't I be an hypocrite otherwise? If I acted all normal when I'm actually exceptional?

And of course, Regina must look like the love **** that she is. I first took the liberty to look at her naked. Even if she hadn't hidden that much skin when I first met her, it was still something else to see every curve I'm her figure and every inch of her skin. I noticed that she seemed to shine with the right amount of light. Must be something related to whatever type of magical creature she is.

I felt like her glittering skin needs to be complimented, so I gave her some well polished chain collars made out of gold, with a smaller platinum collar around her neck. Since I was already going this far, I decided to put a heart shaped diamond on the platinum collar.

Of course, precious metals were no replacement for real clothing, which left me trying to figure out how to dress the rest of her. I decided to give her a matching set of bras and panties that were velvet pink with fuchsia heart patterns. On top of that, she would wear a lavender mesh bodysuit, and some royal purple opera gloves and thigh high socks over the suit.

I mindlessly covered all her fingers with many rings full of diamonds, many of them having multiple ones. It made a nice contrast with my own single ring, a ring far more valuable than anything she was wearing even if it didn't look like it.

We both stared at her reflection in the mirror for a while, appreciating her beauty, until Susie decided to surprise us by opening the door of the bathroom to ask what was taking so long. Her face went blank when she realized that our previous clothes were no where in sight, that I was basically in my wrestling gear but topless, and that Regina looked like she had enough money to buy out the whole city.

"The fuck?" It's all she says, and I feel like her mind must have had trouble picking if she should go with a 'what' a 'how' or a 'when'.