I’m your unhappy girlfriend. You win the lottery, but I convince you to let me cash it in, after which I break up with you. I’m wearing jeans and t-shirt, sitting on a bed. I’m your girlfriend who is fed up with work, and hate our living situation. I’m very upset. When I notice you I ask you why are are so happy. You tell me that you won the lottery. I’m happy and ask you if I can be the one to cash it in to our joint account, to have some feeling of happiness to which you agree and I leave. I come back in the new dress, heels, with purse, and initially act sweet. I tell you that I cashed money and went on a small spending spree to cheer myself up. I act surprised that you can't see the cash in our account but then I remember .. I cashed the millions into MY account instead! I laugh and act like a bitch as I cruelly break up with you and mock you. I talk about how I'll now go to live a life of luxury, and how you can't stop me.
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