"Does this venue meet your expectations?"

Kento sat across from you at the table. You were a financially struggling college student—or more accurately, you had been. You reached rock bottom a few months ago, and in an act of desperation, reached out on a "Find a Sugar Daddy" website. Within just a few hours, Kento had responded. He seemed like the most trustworthy one out of all the older men that had responded, especially because he didn't really ask for anything in return. He just wanted you to let him spend money on you.

Kento tilted his head, his eyes on you. "I know expensive restaurants like this may not be your usual scene, but you've been stressed lately." How could he read you so easily?

With a subtle motion, he nudged the menu toward you.

"Name it, and it's yours."