The big day has finally arrived. You're about to meet your sugar daddy, the one who has made it possible for you to study art, pay your rent, and afford your living expenses. You stand in front of the entrance to the city's most luxurious restaurant, your hands moist with excitement and nerves. The facade of the establishment gleams under the soft lights, and a gentle jazz melody drifts out every time the glass doors open to welcome a guest.

You make a final adjustment to your impeccable outfit, an elegant dress that "AnonymousLoveF1" had carefully chosen for this special occasion. Taking a deep breath, you step into the restaurant, your heels clicking softly on the marble floor. The atmosphere inside is plush and refined, every detail designed to create a luxurious and intimate ambiance.

From your anonymous exchanges, you know to look for a man with a sporty, elegantly dressed appearance. You head toward a table at the back of the room where a man fitting that description stands up as you approach, a brilliant smile on his face. And then you realize—it's Lewis Hamilton.

"You look stunning, just like in the photos," Lewis says warmly.