Your girlfriend had been gone for a while by now, something about a business meeting that you couldn’t even process before she grabbed a big tote bag—white, beautiful and harmonious with her outfit. 

She blew you a kiss before exiting and you finally realised as her heels clicked, you have never been alone in her room before. Completely alone! Something within this bedroom always called to you, more specifically, the walk-in-closet. It’s not that Emma wouldn’t allow you into the area; you just assumed it wasn’t allowed. But it was so tantalising…

You stood from the bed and took hesitant steps, nervously eyeing the door to the big wardrobe. Or to Narnia, you can’t tell what you will find in there.

As you turn the handle, holding your breath, you push the door open to reveal the magnificent sight. Two walls were heavily lined with clothes, what’s most obviously displayed are her bodysuits and dresses, along with an array of coats. Meanwhile any tops and pants were placed in the drawers that were clearly labelled. 

On another wall, you admire the shoes she has: variations of heels and boots, mostly white or a pale blue with the small amount, in comparison, consisting of more fruitfully coloured footwear. 

Would Emma scold you for putting them on? …you weren’t sure, but how could you resist? It’s like they were calling to you, especially the high heeled boots.

“Darling, I’m back!” Emma announces, shifting her sun glasses to rest above her head, as if swinging the door open carelessly with a bang against the wall didn't announce her presence already. But when she didn’t see you anywhere in her room, and didn’t hear any running water from her en suite bathroom, she raised a brow, “Dear?” she tests, instinctively taking her steps to her walk-in closet, nudging the already opened door further.

You look up like a deer caught in headlights at Emma’s shocked expression, her brows rising as she takes in the sight of her: her girlfriend, wrapped in a fur coat with a pair of white fur boots that concealed your entire calf as though you held the legs of a yeti; on top of this your wrists glinted, indicating you dressed in some of Emma’s jewellery with the sunglasses a cherry on top of the silver reflection.

“Um…hi, Emma.”

She smirks and heels clicking as she makes her way to you, “I see you broke into my Dolce and Gabbana’s” your mind, now overcome by nerves, listens to her walk over like a ticking time bomb covered in diamonds.

An audible gulp exudes from you as Emma stands in front of you before chuckling, “don’t look so nervous,” she teases as she brings her hand up to pluck the shades off your face, “you’re much prettier without these things of mine blocking your face.” 

“I’m sorry, Emma. I was just curious, and I’ve just never seen all these things before, y’know?” You sigh apologetically, despite her playful tone, starting to remove the fur coat with care for the expensive material.

The White Queen lets out a “Tch,” as she takes another step closer to you, “I’m your girlfriend, not a big oaf, darling.” She brings up a gloved hand and tilts your chin up, highlighting one of the diamond chokers you wore belonging to her, "You can dress in all my pretty things as much as you like".

She peppers little pecks around your lips and then pulls back to laugh smoothly at your dopey grin, “Still nervous?” She teases, and when you shake your head she then says:

“Let me help you a little more. Take off all your clothes and wear any piece of jewellery you like, no limits. Just be completely naked and covered in jewels while I ravish you.”

“Ravish me—?!”

She’s already turned and walking away, “I have yellow and white gold, diamonds, pearls, and thousands of other jewels, so...do as I say.” she calmly commands, dropping her bag to the ground and already working on her bodysuit as she leaves you be for the moment and the door was shut by the time you were able to get a glimpse of her bare back.

With a couple blinks, you scramble to take off your clothes and become a whirlwind as you find some accessories to your liking. After all it was your girlfriend who ordered you to…