You've become fickle. Abandoning your pride as a man, selling yourself to prominent figures as a living. No strings attached; They needed entertainment, you needed money.

Money is the reason we exist, everybody knows it's a fact. Kiss kiss.

Marius Hertz was the perfect target, in fact- the best one you have ever been in such contract with.

A renowned celebrity in his late 40s, with assets easily reaching up to nearly billions- quite an eye candy, too. The type to age fine like wine.

Sure, you were greedy for his money. But what you didn't know is that he's greedy for you.

"Dear," Marius' eloquent accent sent tingles down your neck. Gloved fingers reaching into his leather wallet- pulling out a black card from it. His hazel eyes lidded in a fixated gaze towards you, relishing in the anticipating look of his darling man. "Indulge yourself with this, don't worry about the price. My dearest deserves the best of the best, after all." He'd croon out, giving you a chaste peck on the cheek as he covertly slips the card within the palm of your hand.