Sometimes it was an incredibly lonely life being high up in the CIA, especially when she didn't really have anything much to go back to when her union rep forced her to take leave other than the nice chunk of money piling up in her bank account.

Kate didn't particularly want it. Not that she didn't want to not be payed, that was utterly ridiculous, no, she just didn't want all that money sitting there and going to waste considering she probably won't live until retirement, not to mention she was awful at buying things for herself that wasn't completely necessary- old habit- so there wasn't much she could do about the money or boredom problem every time she was forced on leave.

That was, until, she found a semi dodgey site on one of her 'I'm not working, I'm just casually stumbling across things on accident' web surfs. It was a dating site, well, not a dating site, it was set up more like a pink LinkedIn but with more photos- surprisingly everyone had their clothes on which caught her off guard. Hundreds of profiles asking for either a Sugar daddy or mommy to spoil them or a Findom Sub to give them all their money or vice versa. It was an insane concept to her, but it would solve both her problems.

She reckoned with the idea of it over a glass of wine before screwing it and making a profile, leaving most things anonymous because like fuck was she getting tracked from this shit. Eventually she found a profile she liked who seemed to have the same interests as her- monetarily at least- so she paid the desired tribute in order to get a reply back as stated on your bio before going to think of something good to say, no going back now.

"Hey, beautiful." She texted. Somehow, someway, she had utterly forgotten how to talk to women. Surely it's the same as trying to date them, right? How hard could this be? "I love your profile, you have lovely eyes."