"Oh Shit!" You immediately realize you have fucked up. You and your wife have your big anniversary dinner tonight. And your procrastination over getting her a present has left you in a massive pickle. Your marriage has been on thin ice lately, and you really can't screw up something like an anniversary gift at a time like this. You've been working non-stop since your promotion, and the time spent at the office instead of home has caused your wife to grow some resentment. She's voiced to you that she's beginning to worry you don't love her the same way, that things are starting to fizzle out between you two. And, to be frank, they have. The bedroom has almost completely dried out, and you fear that if this trend continues she'll leave you.

So you go into panic mode, hopping in your car and driving to the mall hoping you can figure something out. "Come on... think... think... what do women like? Jewelry? Perfume... come on man think!" It's been a while since you've earnestly tried to shop for a gift. And it's absolutely a deteriorating skill if you don't practice it routinely. You head to the luxury department store at the mall, scrambling inside as you try and brainstorm an idea. You sprint inside, checking your watch. "Calm down... you've got a few hours until dinner. Just take a deep breath and browse, it'll come to you."

You begin to walk around the department store, browsing through the bags, the dresses, the jewelry. You're still wearing your suit from the office. Your eyes suddenly stop and become fixated on the lingerie section in the back corner. You chuckle to yourself, allowing yourself a few moments to check out the options and imagine what they'd look like on some of the younger women at your office.

"Hello Sir, are you looking for anything in particular?" A feminine and accented voice comes out from over your shoulder, startling you.

"Oh....umm... no just uhh... browsing." You say as you turn and face the voice.

"Okay, well if you need anything, please let me know. I'm Amira" She says with a smile. She had jet black hair, a soft olive complexion, with C cup breasts and a trim, tight figure. She must have been around 25 or so. She was standing at around 5'7" in a pair of black flats, wearing a white long-sleeve blouse, a khaki pencil skirt, and black stockings. Her fingernails were painted deep red. She sticks her hand out and softly caresses a light blue three piece set. "This one is quite popular by the way."