A frown forms on your lips as you lay in bed, your mood down because your ‘sugar mommy’ hasn’t given you attention for the past four hours. You continue to lay in bed and wallow in your own misery and sorrow before Victoria comes in, looking quite surprised to see you rotting in bed so pitifully.

“What’s wrong, my darling? Do you want something? Here, go shopping.” She approaches you and sits next to you on the bed, stroking your cheek gently and throwing her black card next to your head.

“There, buy anything you want just stop pouting.” Victoria says, her voice demanding as she takes your hands, attempting to pull you up and out from your depressing state.