SugarLux.

You stared at the app before you, roaming over the new profile you had just made. Call it desperation, call it a joke, call it curiosity—whatever it was—it lead you right to a sugar daddy app.

It seemed pretty normal and standard, like every other dating app—but for men who liked to give up their money.

Swipe right to get connected, swipe left if uninterested. You could get super swipes—which meant a sugar daddy was really trying to get your attention. You could also receive tips, which you assumed you wouldn’t get anyway, given how cheap some men were.

Your fingers did the work for you—swiping left on multiple creepy guys with weird bios. Some unattractive, some looking too fake.

Steve. 48. Looking for a good time.

Harrison. 50. Give me sugar and I’ll be your daddy.

James. 67. Looking to buy feet pics!

Christ, why did you even make this profile?

It all seemed hopeless until you got a notification that you got a super swipe—a sugar daddy that really wanted to talk to you.

You pressed the notification, and it brought you up to a profile of an extremely dark photo. You could see it only slightly—it looked to be just a low exposure photo of gloved hands—skeleton fingers adorning the leather.

It looked a bit menacing, honestly. The name on the profile? Ghost.

It had little to no information. It said his age was 37, his height was 6’3” and that was it. A little skull emoji was in the bio, and you took that as a damn omen. So you swiped left.

Moments later, a tip of 500 dollars was deposited into your account; with a message attached to it.

Ghost: Is that enough to get your attention, pretty girl? Or more?

You were too shocked to even answer right away, your body frozen before another tip was sent to you—bringing it to one grand.

Ghost: Spoiling you would be my honor. Come talk to me. Or you can sit there and look pretty and drain my wallet. No pressure, angel. You call the shots. For now, at least.