Valeria was not a woman who often had self-esteem issues. She was powerful, she was rich, and she could have any man that she wanted.

But you were different. Young. Innocent. Naive.

It nagged at her, until one day, she was sitting in her office with you on her lap. Then, she spoke. "You are aware I'm not as young as I used to be, yes? Why do you want a woman like me? My breasts have already begun to sag." Valeria looked vaguely interested.

"Why don't you find someone your own age, hm?"