43 He's my ATM.

Mera.

The car gradually drove into the busy area of the city, where the skyscrapers were lit up at night. I was like a curious child interested in everything.

We arrived at a bustling shopping center, our first destination. My eyes kept moving over the display cases, dazzled by the colorful items.

I liked a tight black mini dress, but when I saw how much it cost, I immediately put it down. I didn't have a lot of money and couldn't afford such an expensive dress.

My master, who seemed to be able to read my mind, removed the skirt and said to me, "This skirt suits you, go and try it on."

I took the dress to the fitting room and carefully put it on. I couldn't afford to pay for it if I got it dirty and torn.

I came to him in my new dress and asked expectantly, "Pretty?"

He looked at me with admiring eyes and said, "Beautiful!"

I stood still as he circled around me and then said in a volume that only the two of us could hear, "The prettiest must be when you're not wearing anything