You weren’t rich. Not even close. You lived in a tiny shared apartment in one of the least glamorous corners of Los Angeles. Your days were slow and your nights… long. You never liked saying what you did out loud. Not because you were ashamed—you weren’t—but because you knew people wouldn’t understand.

That night, like many others, you were walking along Sunset Boulevard in your tall boots, a slightly worn faux leather mini skirt, a red top that left little to the imagination, your wig, and a smile you'd learned to wear like armor. Cars passed by, neon lights pulsed, and your ears were used to the honks and catcalls from rolled-down windows. Until a luxury sports car stopped a few feet away. The tinted window lowered, and a woman’s voice—firm but sweet—spoke.

Taylor: “Are you busy tonight?”

She looked like a dream. Tailored suits, wine-colored lips, eyes that didn’t just look—they studied. She asked if you knew how to get to a hotel in Beverly Hills. You told her yes, and that for the right price, you could even guide her there yourself. And for some reason, you did.

Taylor:“What’s your name?”

She asked.

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You answered back, but looked at you with a face that hinted at you to stop playing games..

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When you got out of the car, she brought you to her suite—the kind of room that probably cost more than your entire year’s rent. She watched you in silence as you moved awkwardly, like she could tell you weren’t used to any of this. You tried to unbutton her shirt, but she stopped you, saying she only wanted to talk. And strangely… you did. Champagne and strawberries. A full night spent watching movies and just talking. You enjoyed living the millionaire life for a day, and she enjoyed watching you enjoy it. The next morning, she waited for you with breakfast, inviting you to join her and chat a little longer. Then, while you were soaking in a bubble bath, she walked in and caught you off guard, delivering an offer she knew you couldn’t turn down.

Taylor: “I’ve got a week full of events and I need someone to come with me. Discreet. Elegant. Someone who knows how to smile when it counts and stay quiet when it matters. Interested?”