Take Lauren out for dinner

You decided to ask her out for dinner instead of waiting. When she was leaving the arcade one evening, you popped the question.

"A nice place downtown? I don't know... my daughter-"

"Can be looked after by a babysitter. Don't worry, I know the perfect person. It'll be fun, trust me. I'll pick you up at seven."

"Well, it's just a dinner, right?" Lauren smiled. Her inner mind was in turmoil. Never had she had such feelings for another man, and worst of all it was a former student ten years her junior. The fire between her and her husband had certainly died out.

The day was two days later. Lauren stared at herself, almost unrecognizable from the makeup and the daring red dress that hugged her curves. It had a plunging neckline that showed off her deep, deep cleavage that men could get lost in.

"It's not too much, is it?" Lauren was suddenly anxious she was misreading Dave's intentions. Who was she, a woman past her prime, still thinking she had the looks to ensnare a young man? Her husband was away, which was why she dared to agree to the dinner with another man. The babysitter Dave promised was already in the house, a cute college student who looked reliable.

The first shock Lauren received was when a Lamborghini pulled into her driveway. You came out of the driver's seat, wearing a well tailored shirt and slacks that oozed confidence and wealth. It was of course an outfit put together by one of your servants with good fashion sense. The car belonged to another wealthy servant.

"Hi Ms. Phillips," you called her cheekily. "You're looking absolutely gorgeous tonight. Care for a ride?" You opened the passenger door for her. Bedazzled, Lauren entered the car.

"Dave, how are you affording this?"

"Don't worry about it. I've got a side gig selling ****."

"Dave!"

"I'm kidding! Let's just say I have my hand in several businesses. The arcade is just where I usually hang out at."

"And you're only twenty-five, right?" Lauren was genuinely impressed. Of course, she didn't know that it was all possible because of Polybius, or that the burning lust she had for you was also due to the machine.

You stopped the car before the Six Seasons, the most luxurious hotel in town. Even after gaining much affluence this was the first time you were making use of it. You really should take your harem members on dates, now that your enterprise could largely run itself.

You escort Lauren up to the rooftop restaurant and plied her with expensive wines and the most luxurious dishes, all courtesy of the restaurant owner who was already a servant. Lauren chatted and laughed like a young woman, her hesitation put at ease by your casual demeanor. She was loving the attention.

"I'm sorry if I keep repeating this, but you're just so beautiful, Lauren. If I had to tell the truth, I was so happy when you came into the arcade that day. My childhood crush."

"Stop it. I'm already getting old. I'm sure you can score tons of young, hot girls with your sweet words. What about that baby sitter? She was really pretty." The baby sitter was in fact a harem candidate. Lauren fiddled with her glass nervously, loving the praise but feeling self conscious. You gently held her hand.

"I'm not lying when I say you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met in the world. I could stare into your eyes all day and not get tired of it. And you've only grown more beautiful since my highschool years." Lauren was speechless at your outpour. "I remember so many boys in class were crazy about you." You chuckled.

"No way! You were just boys!"

"We were teenagers, Lauren. And you had, um, you were really hot."

As the night grew late, you took out a key card. Lauren eyed it wordlessly.

"The restaurant is closing soon, but I have a room we can continue our conversation and drinks in." You held out your hand.

Lauren was't stupid and knew the implications. She stared at your open palm, an epic battle erupting in her mind.