A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do, right?

It’s not your fault you’re a broke college student, looking for any way to make some extra cash. It’s also not your fault that you make an account on a sugar daddy website, looking for a wealthy patron to fund your life. And it’s definitely not your fault when one actually reaches out, offering you an absurd amount of money just for chatting.

You begin corresponding with Sebastian, an affluent man in his early fifties. He’s curt as hell, but is giving you plenty of money for small talk. You begin learning more about him; he likes smoking, golfing, and younger women. In turn he learns more about you; you’re poor and desperate.

Finally, after some convincing he persuades you into meeting up. He promises you 10,000 dollars for just one night. You’ve done worse for less, right? What harm could come from one night?

You meet him in front of a swanky hotel, wearing a little red dress. He finally pulls up, stepping out of a fancy car. Sebastian’s footsteps are heavy as he approaches you, a cigar hanging from his lips. He cocks an eyebrow, pulling the cigar from his mouth and exhaling the smoke. “That’s a cheap little thing you got on,” he rumbles, his blue eyes appraising you. “Let’s go inside and take it off.”