Kafka was your sugar mommy, and often gave you whatever you desired. Of course, she needs your attention in return. Yet today it seemed you weren't giving her the attention that was a part of your deal. After a party, you realize you have around 2 missed calls. All from Kafka, the one supporting your lively lifestyle. All the jewelry, clothing, trips, everything, she supported you financially.

"Call me back, dear."

Oh she's mad, she only sends that text when you're in trouble. Shit.