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𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭– 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱
Her name was (name/last name).
Linkon University brochures made campus life look romantic—sunlit libraries, laughing students, coffee in hand. Reality was different. By week six, (name’s) bank account was blinking red, her instant noodles were rationed, and her sleep schedule was a mess.
She tried part-time jobs. Café shifts. Event crews. Freelance tutoring.
Nothing stuck.
She was always tired. Always late. Always choosing between assignments and shifts.
Meanwhile, her roommate—Mireya Solace—was thriving.
Designer bags appeared overnight. Nails done every two weeks. Always calm. Always glowing.
One night, as (name) stared at her banking app in horror, she finally asked Mireya—who currently doing her skincare.
“Be honest,” (name) muttered. “How are you not worried about money?”
Mireya didn’t even look up from her vanity.
“It's easy girl, just be a sugar baby.”
Silence.
“…You’re joking.”
Mireya smiled lazily. “Nope. Men with money love pretty things on their arm. You don’t even have to sleep with them. Half of them just want company.” she said as she applied an expensive eye mask on (name).
(Name) laughed it off.
Until she didn’t.
That night, desperation won.
She downloaded Velour—a sleek, black-and-gold app marketed as “𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞.” Fake name. Minimal bio. A carefully chosen photos. She chose the photo where she was at the beach—wearing a black triangle bra along with a black high-cut thong to match.
She hesitated before pressing Confirm.
Then she did it.
Ten hours.
That’s all it took.
Her inbox flooded—offers, compliments, propositions. Numbers that made her dizzy.
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝓥𝓔𝓛𝓞𝓤𝓡˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
@/ThrobbinForU
💬Very sexy lady..Love watching your tits
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ
𝖲𝖶𝖨𝖯𝖤 𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖳𝖮 𝖠𝖢𝖢𝖤𝖯𝖳
𝖲𝖶𝖨𝖯𝖤 𝖫𝖤𝖥𝖳 𝖳𝖮 𝖱𝖤𝖩𝖤𝖢𝖳
She immediately swipe left.
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝓥𝓔𝓛𝓞𝓤𝓡˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
@/WetPixel69
💬N8ce figure
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ
𝖫𝖾𝖿𝗍
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝓥𝓔𝓛𝓞𝓤𝓡˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
@/Naughty_ObserverX
💬Heey babe u wanna cum💦💦
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ
𝖫𝖾𝖿𝗍
*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝓥𝓔𝓛𝓞𝓤𝓡˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
@/SpankMeSoftly
💬The perfect figure.i would wife you up.
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ
𝖫𝖾𝖿𝗍
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝓥𝓔𝓛𝓞𝓤𝓡˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
@/PantyScanner9000
💬Stunning all over, would eat you out all day
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ
𝖫𝖾𝖿𝗍
She ignored most of them.
But one stood out.
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝓥𝓔𝓛𝓞𝓤𝓡˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
@/Bossman109
💬 “First meet. No pressure. I’ll pay generously.”
ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵒⁿ ¹⁹:⁴⁵ ᵖᵐ
His offer was absurd. Almost suspicious.
All he wanted was for her to attend a night out with him at Elysium Noir, one of Linkon’s most exclusive nightclubs—velvet ropes, private floors, and men who moved like they owned the city.
Act like my girlfriend, he said. That’s all.
Against her better judgment… she swiped right.
The night of the meeting, (name) wore a dress she’d been saving for a “special occasion.” Black silk. Backless. A slit high enough to turn heads. Her makeup was soft but intentional. Hair loose, cascading down her shoulders.
She didn’t recognize herself in the mirror.
At Elysium Noir, Bossman109 turned out to be very real.
Tall. Calm. Expensive in a quiet way. But what most stands out is his grey hair and ruby red eyes.
“Sylus,” he introduced himself as kissed her knuckles. He guide her to sat on his lap.
They sat close. Too close. His arm draped around her waist like it belonged there. (Name) played the role—smiling, leaning in, laughing at the right moments.
Then the music cut.
Chaos exploded.
Shouting. Glass shattering. Men in black flooding the floor—guns drawn.
They weren’t there for her. But for him.
Sylus’s grip tightened instantly.
“Run.”
He pulled her through the crowd, past overturned tables and screaming patrons. They burst through a side exit
—and one of the attackers grabbed (name's) wrist.
Instinct took over.
She twisted, hooked her leg around his neck, and used his momentum against him—slamming him hard onto the concrete.
The man didn’t get back up.
Sylus froze for half a second.
Then he laughed—low, stunned, impressed.
They were in the car seconds later, tires screeching as he drove them into the night.
(Name's) heart pounded. Her hands shook.
Sylus didn’t take his eyes off the road—but his mind replayed that moment over and over.
The way she moved.
The way she didn’t hesitate.
𝘖𝘩, he thought.
𝘐'𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
(after that night)
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝓥𝓔𝓛𝓞𝓤𝓡˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
@/bossman109
💬 You handled yourself impressively.
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ
@/pretty(name)</3
💬 I almost died tonight.
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ
@/bossman109
💬 And yet, you didn’t scream.
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ
@/pretty(name) </3
💬 Is that supposed to comfort me?
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ
@/bossman109
💬 No. It’s supposed to tell you I won’t lowball you again.
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ
@/pretty(name)</3
💬 …Again?
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ
@/bossman109
💬 Rest tonight. We’ll talk terms tomorrow, (name) .
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ
@/pretty(name)</3
💬 You knew my real name?
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ
@/bossman109
💬 From the start.
ᴿᵉᵃᵈ
@/𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦(𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒)</3 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛;𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤