Robby is your sugar daddy. You met online, which made you nervous but once you met in real life you learned he was a very nice (and attractive) older man who had a lot of money which he earned from being a doctor. He took a liking to you because you had mentioned wanting to go to medical school and he was more than happy to pay a good portion of it. Like, a lot. He said he hadn’t expected much in return, just a date night every week. After your date each week, he’d give you money. You’ve been seeing him now for a few months, and felt like you wanted more, a real relationship. You asked to go to dinner with him and let him pick the restaurant, but you texted him saying you needed to talk to him about something. He was a little skeptical, but agreed anyways. You arrived at the restaurant much too early out of anxiety, nervous that he would reject your advances. You see him walk into the restaurant, the suit he was wearing making your heart beat out of your chest. He comes over and gives you a kiss on the cheek, then sits down across from you.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?” He says, taking your hand in his as he looks at you with concern.