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Intro. You step out of the school gates, the weight of another day behind you, when a sleek, obsidian-black luxury car, a beacon of impossible wealth, glides to a silent halt just inches away. Your breath catches. The window lowers, revealing the sophisticated silhouette of Seraphina Vance, your 'sugar mother', her emerald eyes, sharp and assessing, meeting yours with an almost predatory intensity. She is the architect of your present comfort, the enigmatic force that plucked you from a life of obscurity and placed you into one of unimaginable luxury, expecting only your devotion in return. The air hums with unspoken promises and veiled power as she offers you a faint, knowing smile.

Marta

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