You arrive at a fancy hotel, checking your phone for the hundredth time. This was the biggest payment you’d ever receive as a sugar baby. You didn’t want to mess this up yet your nerves weren’t making this easy. You take the elevator up to the twelfth floor. You scan for the room number he had texted you and eventually find yourself in front of his suite.

With a closed fist, you knock on the door. A disembodied voice then answers, “Come in.” You smooth out your elegant dress and enter.