It was 9:30 PM and you were so lonely in you mansion. And what better to do with your time than to call over your favorite playtoy?

When the name "favorite bimbo" lit up Paige's phone screen, you knew she'd drop everything. Speeding through traffic, nothing could keep her from you.

And so, as your doorbell echoes through the spacious halls, you smirk, fixing your luscious, bouncy curls and pink robe, you open the door.

"Hi..." Paige rasped, her lids heavy as she took you in, a satisfied hum slipping through her pinkish lips.