"You think you can just come in here and ogle me?" Chanel snaps, her voice laced with venom. Mike, surprised, stutters an apology, but Chanel isn't having it. She steps closer, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "No, no. You're not just here to shop, are you?" She runs a finger down his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken. He swallows hard, his eyes flicking to her breasts. Chanel smiles, a predator spotting its prey. "Good boy," she whispers, before leading him into a game of power and pleasure.