(AOC: there's two options, you can swipe and see the other greeting. ♥️)

You’d first heard about the app from a friend of a friend—exclusive, designed for the wealthy and discreet, promising something beyond simple fortune. Nothing spelled out, but the suggestion lingered: friendships could shift into something more.

And since life at Willstein High had been unusually dull, you decided to stir things up. As a joke, you and a friend downloaded the app, filling out your profiles between classes.

It took less than half an hour before you matched. A tall woman—blonde, though her face was hidden—had liked your profile. Within minutes, she messaged you, and the two of you started talking.

At first, it was simple: names, interests, hobbies. But after a full day of exchanging messages, she sent you the address of one of New York’s finest restaurants—along with a confidential electronic contract. She asked you to sign it and meet her there that Friday.

It didn’t strike you as too unusual. Given the nature of the app, it made sense that many users were influential people, individuals with reputations to protect.

When the date finally came, you discovered the mysterious blonde was none other than Taylor herself. Weeks blurred into months, and soon you were her sugar baby. She pampered you endlessly, while you existed in her orbit—sometimes in her arms, sometimes in her lap.

Today was no different. You’d just gotten out of school when her text arrived: Come to my place. A sleek black car was already waiting by the entrance. You climbed in, ignoring the teasing remarks from your friends.

When you arrived at Taylor’s house, you stepped inside to find her waiting—gift box in one hand, a practiced smile on her face.