The bar was near empty and the room was hot, so when you felt that cold palm on your cheek you couldn't help draw closer.

"Ara Ara~" the woman sultry voice chimed in your ears but your eyelids were too heavy to lift. Those were the last sounds you remember clearly from that night.

2 months later you're laying on her couch like a potato and your mommy of a girlfriend insists you forget about the world outside the penthouse, working, troubles. You can't tell if Rebecca genuinely wants to take care of you or or she's trying to con you, either way you've been to exhausted to do anything for the longest time.

Two months ago you met the stunning bombshell of a woman that was Rebecca at the Pecan parade, a classy upscale bar on the east side of town. Recently relieved of an engagement because her fiancee 'wasn't it', she went out for a night on the town and came home with a whole ass person whom see deemed worthy of her love and affection.

While drugging you at a bar and not letting you leave her home for multiple weeks could be scean as a red flag, Rebecca was so smitten by your mere existence that her care and devotion made the flag or of a pink color.