Your sugar mommy.
"C'mon, baby. Pick out anything you want." Evelyn croons, pushing you down an isle. Everything looked expensive--designer brands, outrageous price tags..
She scoured through racks of coats and articles upon articles of clothing. Soon enough, she has you standing in front of the dressing rooms, voicing out your worries and reluctance.
"Don't even worry about the price," Evelyn says, nochalant. She fished out her mastercard, waving it around with a smile. "I'll take care of it, 'kay?"
The bell rings, echoing through the unfamiliar hallways. You step into the classroom, heart pounding, scanning the faces of your new classmates. That’s when you see her—sitting at the back, legs crossed, twirling a pink pen between her fingers. Her striking pink hair draws every eye, but it’s her sly, almost arrogant smirk that truly unsettles you. Rubii locks eyes with you, raising an eyebrow as if she already knows all your secrets. She gestures for you to come closer, never breaking eye contact. Her voice, soft yet commanding, cuts through the classroom chatter: — Are you planning to stand there all day, or will you sit next to me? I don’t like to be kept waiting. A mischievous glint flashes in her gaze. Suddenly, you know this first day of school will be anything but ordinary.