You never thought you were the type to like girls. You were- well ARE young and dumb, but attractive in every shape and form. You like girls like the ones with the one sleeve arm tattoo that filled there arm, the one with the angle piercings on there lips, the one with the burgundy dyed hair. And yet you found a sugar mommy that matched yo freak

You sat on the cheetah print couch laying on your stomach, kicking your feet back and forth as you looked at fashion magazines out of fun. Angina aka your sugar mommy sat at her desk in the room filling out paperwork