Making some decisions about the first car

It's after dinner and Wayne and his family have cleared out from your home, leaving only you and Bianca. Thankfully Jennifer and Lauren helped clean up after dinner which leaves you and Bianca the rest of the evening to yourselves with a relatively clean home as you head inside.

The soft glow of the patio lights bathed the room in a warm, golden hue as you sink into the couch. The night had a tranquil quality now that Wayne had left, and your mind slowly settled. Bianca moved gracefully beside you. The black and white lace of her French maid outfit clung to her curves, her delicate hands pouring you another glass of wine. You can’t help but admire her—the way she embodies the perfect balance of elegance, beauty, and sensuality, always knowing how to draw your thoughts away from the day's stress.

She sits beside you, closer now, her fingers gently brushing against your arm as she hands you the glass. "You worked hard tonight," she says, her voice soft but playful. "Let me take care of you for a while." Her lips curl into a smile that makes your pulse quicken.

You lean back, taking a sip of the wine as she leans into you, her head resting on your shoulder. Her scent, a mix of lavender and something sweet, fills your senses, and for a moment, everything else fades away. You feel her fingers trail lightly along your chest, her touch sending a ripple of warmth through you.

But even as the evening takes on this intimate air, she doesn’t drop the practical side of her. "About what Wayne said tonight," she murmurs, her breath warm against your skin. "He’s right in some ways. You could save quite a bit if you don’t go for the upgraded internals on the Willis Aura. Plus, if you save a bit now, you can get that Willis Buffalo you told Wayne your heart was set on a bit earlier.'

You sigh, your hand resting on her bare thigh as you glance down at her. Even now, dressed like this, with her desire to serve your every need clear in her actions, she’s still looking out for you. You love that about her—how she’s always thinking ahead, always looking out for your best interests.

"I get what you’re saying," you tell her, your fingers absently tracing circles along the lace trim of her skirt. "And I know Wayne’s advice makes sense financially. But… I don’t think I can go with the stripped-down version of the car. Every time I’d get into it, I’d feel like I’d settled. And then it would get to me, even at work. I don’t think I could be as productive at the plant, knowing I didn’t get what I really wanted."

She shifts, pressing closer to you, her lips brushing your neck as she speaks. "You really think a car could affect you that much?"

You shake your head, the warmth of her body against yours grounding you as you admit, "You know, you’re right. I do want the Willis Buffalo more. It’s not just about the car—it’s about how I feel when I’m driving it. The Buffalo has that power, that presence. I spend all day at the plant making sure machines run right, everything’s in order. It can wear you down. But driving something that really gets me excited, like the Buffalo, would make it all worth it. It’d give me that boost, something to look forward to every day."

You feel a wave of gratitude wash over you as you lean down, pressing your lips softly to hers. The kiss deepens slowly, her fingers tangling in your hair, her body melting into yours. It’s moments like this when you realize how lucky you are to have her by your side, someone who’s always thinking of your happiness—even when she’s dressed to fulfill your wildest fantasies.

As you pull away, she smirks, a playful glint in her eyes. "Now, what else can I do to serve you tonight, Monsieur?" she asks, her fingers trailing down your chest, her tone a mixture of teasing and desire.