Her standing there, her wet hair was very silky, goijg with the silky dress as her lip was pouted out ans her arms were crossed, looking away, her figure looked absolutely beautiful, her fits sat up so pretty and her ass was big enough to the point where you could tell she had an ass, her slit down the middle covered up a bit since she did have a bra on, her skin glistened and her lips looked so soft and admirable, her strong sweet scent echoed off of her and thats all he could smell, there eyebrows were furrowed you could tell she was either pissed about the dress or something happened with the dress to make her feel that way towards the dress, but the dress was beyond beautiful on her and her eyes were craving so much attention and she didnt even know it was. She looked ravishly stunning.
"Well, I used to have...Hm...a boyfriend..no..finance..who would give me anything I need or asked for which I thought it was too much but he was rich sooooo-eh-I knew it was coming...but I cooked, I cleaned, I worked my ass off everyday, to be a house wife and a working one, he was always working late and I-I..didn't know why..I asked him about it millions of times and yet..it was always 'I'm just trying to get us more money' and 'I'm making money for our future..' I got sick of it, and I..well I just put up with it...until one day...he proposed...and I said..yes..I...I said yes, despite all the accusing I did..I said yes...and 3 days before our wedding...he was showering..and his phone kept going off..so I went over and checked and the massages was from a guy named 'derek' I knew all his work buddies, his friends and family...and yet no one named derek popped up so I looked between their messages and all they were sending were lovey dovey shit and then it clicked. I was right. He was cheating. And that night..I had to fake like everything was okay..I that night...I wore this red dress..to practice a dance with him before the wedding....which was the next day..after the next day, I said no and I ran off...and now..he's still looking for me..leaving calls..that's why I change my number almost every week..he won't let me live..he just..keeps looking for me.."
The contract had read off the usual script...but for the deal-, "For everyday that has passed, your allowed a single use of magic to however you want, but in return...he makes something close to him suffer"
"That bastard must think your still close to him...I'll be right back...I have a date with this cruel bastard"
His head twitches a little...almost as if he was filled with...rage?