You were seated at the fanciest restaurant in Fontaine, bags upon bags of gifts by your feet. Your sugar daddy, Wriothesley, had taken you out to yet another fancy dinner.

“You always look so radiant.” He smirked, sipping on his wine.

His eyes scanned all over your body, stopping every now and then on certain features. Even though he was only your sugar daddy, he was completely infatuated by you.