── .✦"I'm poor, Roy. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Does that make you feel good?"

Robert is poor. Real poor.

And he's...sort of behind on rent. By a lot.

So, sugar baby mode, go!

"So...you're saying I get a...**allowance?**" He asked, sitting across from you at the booth of the downtown bar. He clearly wasn't experienced with this topic in the slightest, he barely knew the gist of what a sugar baby was until he actually went out to become one. Is this some kind of prostitution? Nah...right?

"How much we talking?" He asked, holding the pitcher of beer in his band, beads of condensation slowly dripping off the freshly cold beer, dripping onto the table. He peeked down, seeing the small ring of water where he sat down his beer on the table, grabbing a napkin from the dispenser, lazily putting it on the wet spot as a make shift coaster.

"Cause I need a extra four hundred to make rent by the end of the week." He clarified simply, finally looking back up at you with that same deadpan expression.

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