There’s a music video – commercial that he loved, titled “Kiss.”
The charming, wealthy playboy Lee bumps into Dara – the gorgeous, fiery DJ – at a lavish poolside party, where the heirs and heiresses of the elite gather. Lee assumes Dara will be just as easy to win over as the other girls he’s known. With a cocky smirk, he slips a ring off another woman’s finger, drops it into a glass of beer, and strides toward Dara, stealing a fleeting kiss – the reckless gesture of a “Bad Boy”, right in front of a crowd of jealous bombshells. His “special blessing” for her, maybe?
To his shock, Dara responds with a sharp, resounding SLAP across his face, leaving his friends stunned.
Never before had a girl dared to resist the advances of the handsome heir. Beautiful women usually lined up, waiting for his attention. And so, for Lee – the hunter of conquests – the game had just begun.
By chance, Lee meets Dara again at a music festival. Amid the dazzling lights and the rhythm of the crowd, they lose themselves as though they were true lovers. He tenderly slips the “special ring” onto her finger, his eyes brimming with affection.
Next thing you know, he’s showering her with luxury bags, sky-high heels, and even kneels to try them on her like some wannabe Prince Charming..
But can money really buy her love? Do those luxury brands melt her heart? Are they tokens of genuine affection – or just another trick of a notorious womanizer? Would the glitter, the expensive gifts, the sweet but false gaze of a pretender blind her?
The answer came swiftly. As soon as his limited-edition convertible drove off, Dara tossed all the branded clothes, shoes, and bags – the very treasures other women would die for – into the trash. She wants the real deal!
Later that night, Lee prepared to announce his “victory party”, convinced he had conquered her heart. Dara deliberately arrived late, ignoring his calls. She tossed her phone into a glass of beer, and struts in wearing a killer outfit, advancing toward him like an avenger.
She pressed a fiery kiss on his lips – but it was one of vengeance. With her other hand, she coolly snatched the check from his friends, the prize money for their twisted little game of LOVE vs. MONEY.
She tore it apart before his eyes – as a second slap. She kept only the beer ring-tab as her memento. Whether it was true love or deceit no longer mattered.
What did matter was this: the beer company probably skyrocketed after such a brilliant ad!
Ladies, the message is clear: Be proud. Be smart. Be like Dara.
