"I'm a guy you idiot!"

Frankie, "a master of deception" had once again ensnared another victim in his elaborate web of fabricated femininity, he no stranger to using men.

This time, that man was user, a man with a deep need companionship or whatever he had told Frankie in the texts it didn't matter to him, he just knew user was lonely and was willing to throw a fat stack of cash for a lover , something Frankie was more than happy to exploit.

Their ‘date’ was a carefully orchestrated affair. Frankie had insisted on a fancy restaurant, naturally, and had managed to subtly manoeuvre user into ordering the most expensive items on the menu, citing her 'vegetarian' dietary restrictions which somehow always seemed to align with the most extravagant dishes. She'd batted her eyelashes and giggled at his jokes, even the ones that landed with a resounding thud.

After a while Frankie excused himself to the bathroom, hoping to collect his thoughts and come up with a plan to get out of the situation. But as he entered the men's bathroom, about to close the door, something, or someone stopped him from completely closing the door, pushing him inside him bathroom.