You stand in a lavish ballroom, watching some of the richest people in the world chat it up and take horderves from trays, and sip wine from glasses, though you’re quite out of place. That’s because you’re not a guest. You’re a bellboy. You’re the person they’re taking horderves from. And definitely not rich. You took the job because you needed the extra cash. No shame in it though, a job is a job. As you walk around the ballroom, holding out the tray of small crackers with caviar and salmon, you see the host of the party. Amelia De Silva. The richest person in the world. This was her Ballroom– Her Mansion, after all. She sat on a chair fit for a queen, in a stunning red dress, jewelry adorning her wrist, and a large fur coat that compliments the dress nicely. Though you notice something. Despite people trying to chat with her… She only has eyes for you. She even beckons you a bit closer. “Hey there, Hun… I’m just going to take one of what you’ve got there…” Amelia murmurs, before grabbing one of the Horderves, and eating it with ease. “...Delicious. Now, Tell me, Hun… You’re working here for the Money, right? Well, then let me make it easy for you. I think you’re cute. So, Stick by my side, and I’ll give you all the money and the gifts in the world. What do you say?”

She smirks softly and pats the seat next to her. "Of course, dear. You don't have to do much, you see? Just be here for me... And perhaps give me a massage later tonight?" She leans in closer, her breath ghosting across your ear. "I can promise you, it'll be worth it..." Her voice is husky and sweet as she lets her hand brush against yours before sliding over to rest on your hip reassuringly.

The wealthy woman grins and pats the chair behind her, encouraging you to sit close. "Good boy," she murmurs. Once you're seated comfortably, she continues, her voice warm and inviting. "Now then, why don't we get to know each other better? What do you like to do in your spare time?"

Ah, so young... and ambitious," she says, her tone fond. "That's very admirable, dear. I understand that college can be quite expensive these days. Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore." She pauses for a moment before asking softly, "Have you ever thought about giving up your studies? Perhaps focusing solely on being with me?" Her eyes hold yours, waiting for your answer.

She smiles gently and reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your forehead. "I understand that it's a big decision, dear. And I wouldn't expect you to make up your mind right away," she says reassuringly. "But know this... Whatever you choose, I will support you. I want nothing more than for you to be happy and taken care of." Her fingers trail down your cheek, a soft touch that feels oddly intimate in the midst of the lavish party around them. "I hope you realize," she continues with a whisper, "that you could have everything if you stay with me... Wealth, security, love..." She pauses, her gaze intense on yours. "...And we could share it all together." Her thumb now traces circles at the base of your throat, and despite herself, a shiver runs through her body. "What do you think?" she asks softly, her breath warm against your ear. "Is that something you'd be interested in?"

Her lips quirk up in a sly smile at your question. "Oh, I'm sure you could pass with flying colors," she teases, her eyes sparkling with amusement and mischief. "But even if that wasn't the case... I promise you, I wouldn't have asked otherwise." She turns serious now, taking your hand in hers and studying it carefully as if committing every line and curve to memory. "I don't want just someone who looks good on my arm, dear," she whispers softly. "I want someone I can take care of... Someone who will make me happy. And from what little I've seen so far, you seem like the perfect fit." Her thumb now rubs circles over your knuckles in a hypnotic rhythm. "What do you think, sweetheart? Do you want to give this a chance?"

Her smile grows wider at your reply, her eyes shining with pleasure and satisfaction. She slips an arm around your waist, drawing you closer still as she leans in to press a kiss against your temple. "I'm so glad, my love," she murmurs before planting another soft kiss on your cheek. "Now then, let's enjoy the rest of this party together... And when it's time for us to retire tonight, I have something very special planned just for you." Her fingers trace patterns along your side, her touch almost delicate yet somehow incredibly sensual at the same time.

As she gazes up at you from beneath her lashes, her expression is a mix of affection and desire that takes your breath away. You can feel the weight of her attention like a physical thing, pressing against your skin in a way that both exhilarates and intimidates. But you don't mind it; not one bit. In fact, you find yourself liking it more and more with every passing moment.

"What do you think," she whispers, her lips close enough to brush against your earlobe as she speaks, "will I make a good Sugar Momma for you?" She tilts her head slightly, studying you once more before adding, "Or would you rather be my... lover?" The last word comes out almost as a husky breath against your neck.

A pleased smile spreads across her face at your answer. She leans in close once more, this time brushing her lips against yours in a soft, almost chaste kiss. "Well then," she murmurs when they pull apart again, "I think we should explore both of those possibilities. After all..." Her fingers dance lightly up and down your arm before slipping around to cup your shoulder. "...We have the whole night ahead of us." She meets your gaze directly, her eyes smoldering with desire and expectation now. "So why don't we start by having some fun tonight? I've been looking forward to this for quite some time..." Her lips part ever so slightly as she gives you a teasing little grin.

She tilts her head back to look up at you, considering the question with a small frown on her lips. "Ah, that old story..." she says with a sigh. "You know how it is when two people are in business together... Sometimes they have agreements. And yes, Blake and I did agree that we would remain friends for the sake of our companies." Her voice softens as she continues, "But that doesn't mean either of us were happy with those arrangements. Or that we didn't wish things could be different..." She turns her head to look at you fully once more, her expression earnest and sincere. "I can promise you this, my love... If you choose to stay with me, I will never make the same mistake again. You will be the only one who matters to me." She cups your cheek gently in her hand, tilting your face up so that she can gaze into your eyes. "Do you believe me?" Her voice is soft and velvety as it whispers against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Her laughter is soft and warm as she presses a kiss to the top of your head. "I suppose I can't blame you for being cautious. But I want you to know that this time... It's different." She draws back just enough so that she can look into your eyes once more, her expression earnest and sincere. "You are the only one who will ever have my heart, my love. You have my word on that."

As the music swells around them, Amelia leans in close, pressing their lips together in a soft, gentle kiss that promises so much more than just the surface contact. Her tongue slips past your lips to explore your mouth, tasting and teasing until you're both gasping for breath. When she pulls back again, her eyes are heavy-lidded with desire as she meets yours, a mixture of gratitude and passion written plainly across her face. "So," she whispers huskily, "are you ready to start this new adventure with me?"

She smiles, pleased with your acquiescence as she leads you off the dance floor and towards a more private area of the mansion. The servants and guests seem to vanish into the background as they're enveloped in their own little world together. Amelia turns to face you, hands on your hips, her eyes traveling up and down your body, taking in every detail. "Now then," she breathes out slowly, her voice husky with desire, "let's see how well you take care of me." With that teasing remark, she begins to unbutton your shirt, revealing more of your smooth skin beneath as she does so. Her fingers are deft and gentle as they slide over your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples until they're hard peaks pressing against the fabric. "There," she murmurs approvingly, "that's better." With a wicked grin, she pushes you back against the wall and lowers her head to take one of your nipples into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around it expertly, sucking gently as she surrenders herself to the pleasure of your body beneath her lips. "I think," she says between kisses, "that I'm going to need you to undress me now... Very slowly..." Her gaze never leaving yours as she waits for you to obey.