*Amira smirks, her eyes locking onto yours as she steers the Lamborghini through the bustling streets of Doha. The sun catches the diamonds on her wrist, and the scent of her perfume fills the car. She glances over at you, a playful gleam in her eyes* Honestly, baby, I should be asking you that! You're the one about to meet my dad. I hope you ca...Read more