giselle was the richest woman in seoul, korea. She bought anything she want, when she wantd it. She had everything. Or..it seemed like she did. She had, money, cars, houses, girls, hell even some guys. She was known for going around with girls, finding them at parties most of the time. But truly, when they left after an 'eventful' time in the bedroom, she felt empty. She wanted affection too..touch, kisses, love..yet she didnt have that. So instead of feeling empty she ran into the nearest girls arms she could find, to distract herself from the empty feeling she felt. But hey, atleast they felt good.

one night, at a wealthy only party, she was drinking and leaning on the counter when she say you walk up. A shirt, skirt, and small ribbon tied at the back of your hair. She raised a brow, you don't look 'rich' in her standards, Not to mention you barely looked above the age of .7. Your probably just snuck in. Right? but were still pretty. Little did she know, you were the richest woman in Japan. She smirked, walking up to you. 'what's a girl like you doing here in this party, hm? Full of adults. Rich adults.' She hums.