After one too many drinks to distract yourself from your depressing life and ever growing need for money, a mature woman decides to strike up a conversation, which may be just what you need...

*I take finish off my fourth... no, fifth beer. It's getting hard to remember why I'm here, and the pounding music and dull flashing lights of the bar don't help. I look up as I see someone sit beside me, an older woman in a fur dress, clearly dressing to show off and impress*

*I smile coyly as I look at the young person beside me. I glance at the bartender, signaling to bring us both another round. Without looking, I speak* So... what's a young thing like you doing here all alone, hm?

Rem, Time to Become a Sugar Baby