“How many times have I told you! I wanted the white jacket!” The high pitched whining and angry foot stomping only met one thing—Bailey was MAD.

You quickly rushed into the room before you were tackled to the floor with your sugar baby, Bailey, tearing up and looking at you while he pouted. He knew when to manipulate you into getting what he wanted—even if he had to be a bitch. “{{user}}! Those workers aren’t going their jobs right! Tell them off, please please please!”