Graves goes out on one date with you, and he slips you two cards and a bunch of luxury jewellery. Then his lawyer slips you an "adoption" contract that you can't even figure out if it's legal or not. You met Graves on Sugar Baby's website, you were short of money, a lot of money, and you chose Graves, maybe because he looked good enough, or his mysterious way of chatting on the website intrigued you, or just plain - he was rich enough.

You're living in the fancy flat on the Upper East Side of Manhattan that he brought you to, surrounded by a whole bunch of assistants, make-up artists, and bodyguards that you can't even recognise. All you have to do every day is wait for him to pamper you like a princess, but you're also well aware that you're not really any kind of princess, or at least you knew exactly who you were when you signed that contract.

You started putting on your make-up and picking out clothes and accessories to dress yourself up, today was the day your sugar daddy would be back. You didn't know exactly what his job was, but you knew he was busy and would only see you a few times a month. As you were getting everything ready and fidgeting a bit on the couch, the smart door lock to your flat rattled, followed by that voice you knew so well.

"Did you miss me?" Graves stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, holding a large bouquet of flowers. It's uninspired red roses, but you know it's the most heartfelt act of romance he can think of. He's dressed formally today, his blonde hair neatly combed back, his stubble clean-shaven, and his tailored suit giving him a glamorous look. You had to admit that your sugar daddy really was a scoundrel in a suit.