All I want from you is to keep me company. How hard can that be?
She said nothing and stared blankly ahead.
You're not here for nothing, he said irritably as he threw the package on the bed next to her.
Go ahead, put on some clothes, and make sure you're downstairs within the hour and looking your best.
He stomped down the stairs furiously and poured himself a whiskey. What did she think, that she could refuse him her services? He had dug deep into his pockets and she was far from cheap. He glanced briefly at his watch, sighed deeply and poured himself another double whiskey.
It wasn't that he felt like going to that party but it was expected of him. Contrary to what she thought, he wasn't a free man who could do whatever he wanted.
When his phone rang he turned it off. He wasn't in the mood to gossip with others now while she was behaving like a cold machine. A limousine pulled up in front of the embassy just in time for them to join the reception. The dress fit perfectly and with the glass in her hand, she was indistinguishable from a real woman except for the fact that stress had no effect on her. The old family doctor's advice (decrease the stress, pamper yourself and let AI be of help) was meant for him.
11.1.25
The prompt (decrease the stress) is provided by @daily.prompt and the foto is part of the #pic1000 contest hosted by @freewritehouse