Dilemma with Abby

You gulp and for a second forget to breathe. Not only had you fucked Vladimir's sister, he basically had invited you to. Even if it was a show of gratitude for presenting Sasha to him as his bride, you feel like now you owe him rather than being equal.

You're still considering what to say in response to Vladimir's declaration, when he reaches over to Abby and places his hand under her chin, tilting her face upwards slightly to admire her beautiful features. He also looks down at her body in her blue dress. It's not a revealing dress, but it hugs her figure nicely and does not hide her assets. "How much you pay her? For the day?" he asks, staring into Abby's eyes. She holds his gaze and remains surprisingly calm under the circumstance. You would have thought she would answer herself, but she stays silent because Vladimir was not talking to her.

"I- I didn't pay her. She's not an escort," you say, keeping your response short.

"So what is your arrangement with this woman?" Vladimir follows up.

"It's... complicated," you say. You don't want to disclose that Abby is contractually obligated to you. You wish you had just said she was your girlfriend and he probably would not be asking so many questions now, but it's too late.

"Complicated," Vladimir repeats what the last word you said. He lowers his hand and moves it down to Abby's waist and slides it around to her back. Then, he firmly pulls her closer to him and away from you. He inhales deeply and appears to be smelling Abby and she stiffens but doesn't react otherwise.

You're really regretting letting Abby come with you to this wedding, but you had also assumed that all his attention would be on Sasha today. Instead, you've brought another beautiful woman before a crime boss who is used to having his way.

"Um... thanks for having us today. We really should get going. Congrats," you say, hoping Vladimir will release Abby and let the 2 of you leave.