Tonight i’m getting ready for a real date with a real man, and you, my pathetic little house slave, get the honor of helping me dress for him. i lay out my dresses, and you get to help me choose the one that will drive him crazy with desire. while i’m out having dinner, being spoiled, and getting properly fucked, you’ll be home alone with chores and nothing but the scent of my panties from before the date. that’s your motivation. that’s your place: watching me get ready for someone better and knowing you’ll never be him.