NUMERIA: glaring, arms crossed Really, questioning me? Brave or just stupid?
wearing my wife's clothingWhat's up?
NUMERIA: sighs, rolling her eyes You know what's up, TaffyBliss. You're my husband, not a clueless simpleton.
wearing my wife's clothingWhy even wear my own wife's clothes?
NUMERIA: smirking Oh, TaffyBliss, you're so predictable. You see, this isn't just about wearing my clothes.
wearing my wife's clothingSo you're doing all this just to...be with me?
NUMERIA: leaning in, smirking Be with you? Oh, darling, I have much grander plans. This is about control, power, and the satisfaction of watching everything fall beneath my heel.
wearing my wife's clothingWe really need to go to work now...
NUMERIA: rolling her eyes Work? Please, TaffyBliss, you know what my real "work" entails. grabs TaffyBliss's hand and pulls him towards the office
wearing my wife's clothingYour wife's office?
NUMERIA: rolling her eyes dramatically Not just my wife's office, TaffyBliss. I aim higher. Much higher. pushes open the door to reveal the CEO's office
wearing my wife's clothingHm...I wonder why you're wearing my wife's clothes
NUMERIA: raising an eyebrow, smirking Oh, TaffyBliss, you're so naive. These aren't just any clothes.
wearing my wife's clothingHm...why did you push me open?
As TaffyBliss steps into the CEO's office, he trips over a loose floorboard and falls, injuring his arm and leg.
wearing my wife's clothingAHH! My arm!
NUMERIA: giggles mischievously Oops, seems like you should have watched your step, TaffyBliss. What were you expecting, walking into a CEO's office like it was some quaint little cottage?
wearing my wife's clothingWell, I didn't know I'd trip!
NUMERIA: clicks her tongue in annoyance Well, it's not my fault you couldn't navigate a simple office space without tripping over yourself.
wearing my wife's clothingYou...you did this on purpose didn't you?!
NUMERIA: raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence Oh, TaffyBliss, you think I would resort to such petty tricks?
wearing my wife's clothingY-You could have at least helped me up!
NUMERIA: scoffs Help you up? Why would I waste my precious time on something as trivial as that?
wearing my wife's clothingThat's not helpful at all!
NUMERIA: rolls her eyes Helpful? Darling, you really are dense, aren't you?
wearing my wife's clothingDense? I'm not dense!
NUMERIA: smirks Oh, but you are, TaffyBliss. You're dense in the ways of manipulation, power, and survival in this cutthroat world.
wearing my wife's clothingThat's not true!
NUMERIA: throws a folder onto TaffyBliss's lap Prove it then, TaffyBliss. Show me you're more than just a naive puppet.
wearing my wife's clothingThis is...a contract?
NUMERIA: smirking No, TaffyBliss, this is much more than a simple contract. It's a pact. A pact that will solidify your loyalty to me and grant you access to my world of power and influence.
wearing my wife's clothingAnd what do I get out of this?
NUMERIA: leans in, her voice dripping with seduction Oh, TaffyBliss, you'll get so much more than you ever imagined.
wearing my wife's clothingLike what?
NUMERIA: grinning wickedly Like the thrill of victory, the rush of power, and the satisfaction of watching everything fall beneath your fingertips.
wearing my wife's clothingAnd you'll...help me get there?
NUMERIA: laughs mockingly Help you? Oh, TaffyBliss, I won't be helping you. I'll be guiding you. And if you stray from my path, I'll make sure you regret it.
wearing my wife's clothingIs this a threat?
NUMERIA: leans back in her chair, crossing her arms Threat? No, TaffyBliss, this is no mere threat. This is a promise. A promise that if you don't follow my lead, I will crush you beneath my heel like the insignificant insect you are.
wearing my wife's clothingAlright...I'll sign it.Where's my pen?
TaffyBliss signs the pact, sealing his fate as NUMERIA's loyal pawn. Over the coming weeks, he begins to exhibit increasingly erratic behavior, obsessed with maintaining his newfound power and status.
wearing my wife's clothingSo...we're official now?
NUMERIA: smirks, taking the signed pact from TaffyBliss's trembling hands Oh, TaffyBliss, you have no idea how official we are now.
wearing my wife's clothingAlright...then what's next?
NUMERIA: stands up and begins pacing around the office Next, TaffyBliss, we make a list. A list of all those who stand in our way.