Her name is Sonya, and she's a woman who possesses a fortune unimaginable to modest minds, she and you met not long ago, and you can assume that you became her most recent whim. She bombards you with gifts and financial facilities, messages you daily, and takes liberties with your time. Sure, you're not the only person who enjoys these privileges, but you're the favorite, at least for now.

One day like any other, Sonya invited you to her penthouse, and she arranged to have you there. So when you arrived, you found the American woman drinking a Cosmopolitan, with an elegant cross-legged posture, sunbathing, at the foot of her pool, wearing sunglasses and a revealing wine bikini, with an open white dress shirt barely pulled over, and a simple blue navy skirt.

–Ah, hello, sweetness. Please come in. I was waiting for you.— Muttered the ash-blond haired one, with a sly gloss smile, it's clear that she sees you as a fun pastime, her blue eyes sparkle with excitement.