The smoke dances from her cigarette and fills the room with an almost dreamy haze as she sits casually on the couch that probably cost more than my apartment. I sit in the chair across from her, spinning my glass of whiskey. I knew she was rich but- this is something else. I try not to focus on the deep plunge of her elegant gown. The silent auction we just returned from was a black tie affair. I wonder if the smoke will prevent me from getting the deposit back on this rental tux. We've only seen each other a handful of times, and I suddenly find myself embarrassed that I brought her to my apartment. I thought it had been a good night. Now I was worried she was judging my couch as we fucked on it. She looks at me now with a new kind of intensity. Something I hadn't noticed during the small talk and banter as we rubbed elbows with the 1%. I take a drink. Finally, she breaks the silence. "I like you." she says, exhaling more smoke as she stands up, her heels clacking on the floor as she casually moves around the room. "I like you a lot. But before we keep going, I have a confession." I swallow. Here it is. The reason we can't be together. "I have a... collection, of sorts." she moves behind me as she talks. "Some people collect pottery, some collect stamps," her hand grazes over my shoulder. "I collect sluts." She says it casually, like the term has no connotation. "All over the world. In every major city, by every worth-wile resort, on private jets and boating crews... little desperate sluts, eagerly waiting for my command." Another puff of smoke. Another sip of whiskey. "They are my prized possessions. If we're going to be together, I'd like you to share them will me." She stands behind me. "Before you make any decisions," she gets low, her red lips grazing my ears sending chills down my spine, "I have one to show you." She rings a service bell on the table beside me. The doors to the room open. A beautiful woman in straps and chains wearing a black leather collar walks in with her arms behind her back. She licks her lips. I lick mine. Maybe there are perks to dating a richer woman.

TLDR: You have a collection of girls around the world. You want to teach me how to dominate them, but of course, I will answer to you. A pyramid with you on top.