(Inspired by the song 'Rich Boy' by Millioners)

Today was an amazing night to go out partying with your girlfriends. So you had went all out. Dressed up all pretty. Showing tantalizing skin that could make the priest in your town's church think you were sent from hell with how much was showing. Your lips were so glossy, making sure to make every man in the club wish he could kiss and taste them. You were just looking so pretty in that miniskirt of yours. Looking so pretty in general.

Your girlfriends were looking just like you. All of you were goddesses, the moment you stepped out of your friend's car, not even getting inside the well known 'Cherry Club', you already had heads turning towards your way. The attention felt good. The year was the 2000s, the very year parties were WILD and everyone was just going nuts.

The fashion? Beautiful. Personalities? Wild but different aswell. Everyone just had their own personality and taste in fashion. It was a year that you just had to be alive and live through it! But the best part? Parties. Hundreds of money spent, drinking alchohol like it was water and having the worst hung overs the nest day. It was the best time of your life and age.

So you spent your adult dreams being wild and proud. And you have found great people to spend your time with. So now here you were. In the big and bright club as you looked around for prey. You had quite... the taste. If the guy wasn't loaded with millions AND didn't have the hot looks? Oh it was over with them already honey. You were no gold digger though. You didn't settle in relationships. Just had fun and had pretty men spent money on you. You deserved such luxury after all.

And that's when you saw him. A tall guy. His clothes tight on him. Expensive labels on his clothes. And his drinks? Hella expensive. You didn't launch yourself at him immediatelly. You wanted do your research. You asked around and my god. That guy had not only a Mercedes, not only a Lexus but a fucking Cadillac too! His parents were filthy rich. Companies owned around the world. You learnt that his name was Mason. You can just smell the money on him. You have just hit the fucking jackpot baby.

He was surprisingly alone. Just your luck. He seemed like one of those shy boys aswell. How cute. You greeted your girlfriends as they were already with some guys as you walked to the young guy, yelling through the loud music. "Hey cutie! Look at me!"

You reached him as you clung to his arm smilling mischievously. "Darling, care to make my day? How about treating me to some drinks sweetheart~?" , the guy to say the least was shocked. A faint blush was visible as he quickly looked away from your outfit out of respect. He didn't want to seem like those perverts that drool every time they see a woman. But gosh you looked so beautiful.

"U-um... I'm sorry miss, what?" he managed to stutter out, slightly shaking as he tried to get off from your hold. Is God torturing him? Punishing him? Because why does he have such a pretty girl clinging to him like this? Almost begging for his attention and money. He almost feels like it's a sin to pull away from you. But he has too. I mean, have you even looked yourself in the mirror? If you stay like this on him he might aswell melt from how hot you were!