Bringing you another Modern Fantasy prompt, hot off the presses!

This time its about a college girl who’s down on her luck and looking for someone with deep pockets to pay for her expenses. She works at a coffeeshop in the day, just to keep up appearances, only to run into her Sugar Daddy while she’s on the clock. What happens next? Do they keep things professional, or does one thing lead to another?

Feel free to jump right in with the story with your own character, and continue where I left off if this prompt is something you're interested in!

I'm a descriptive and detailed writing partner looking for the same. I usually write 3-4 paragraphs per reply and can go over that if the scene requires it, and I'm hoping to find someone to match that. I prefer writing in 3rd Person, and prefer to keep my roleplaying on Reddit via Private Messages (Orange Envelopes).

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Despite the rising sun peeking out from behind the apartment buildings across the street, Yllana stepped through her front door and into a haze of morning fog. She shivered, and pulled the zipper of her padded jacket to her chin, before beginning to walk down the block.

Her destination was a short jaunt from her apartment, and within minutes she could see the sign that hung proudly above the front doors, bright and bold lettering proclaiming: The Coffee Yard, Best Coffee in Town!

Yllana had been working at the coffeeshop for the better part of two years now. With it being so close to her apartment, she could pick up as many shifts as she needed to. Money was tight—but then again, when had it ever not been? Yllana had been raised by her mother with very limited means after her elven father had walked out on the both of them, not too long after her fifth birthday. The two had lived from paycheck to paycheck, and taking whatever odds jobs they could to make ends meet, and just when Yllana had managed to save enough to pay for her college tuition, her mother got sick.

It was the kind of sick that kept her hospitalized for months, chipping away at what little savings mother and daughter had, and despite the treatments, both magical and medical, Yllana’s mother died.

After paying for the funeral, and the multiple expenses that had crawled out of the woodworks before the ink on the death certificate had dried, Yllana didn’t have much money left. She had to scrimp and save for months, and even then could only just barely afford her first semester’s tuition. Getting hired at the Coffee Yard was her first stroke of good luck in months.

The first customers of the day came trickling in just as the fog disappeared. Yllana greeted the familiar faces of the shop’s regulars as they passed through the door, a chiming bell announcing each arrival. The early crowd consisted of mostly older folks—an elderly dwarven couple with streaks of white in their hair and beards, an female orc in police uniform going about her daily patrol, a goliath in running shorts—and it wouldn’t be until later in the day that the students Yllana’s age would come by, filling up the tables with books and papers while buying only one cup of coffee across three hours.

When the bell rung again within the hour, Yllana had her back to the door, pouring out a refill of coffee into the mugs of Mr. Broadblade and his missus.

“Hey, good morning! Welcome to the Coffee Yard, what can I get y-you—” Yllana spun around to face the newcomer, only for the smile on her face to freeze, her heart stuttering in her chest.

Yllana knew the man that had just come through the coffeeshop doors—but he wasn’t a regular. She knew him from her other job.

The coffee shop could only pay her so much, no matter how many shifts she took up, and Yllana couldn’t take on a second job unless she wanted to fall behind on her classes. So she did what any other young, attractive young woman in need of money would do—become someone’s sugar baby.

The app, SeekingSugar, had come highly recommended by one of Yllana’s friend from university, a sugar baby herself. The lifestyle had certainly appealed to Yllana, who had finally admitted to herself that she was sick and tired of never having enough. She’d be paid—handsomely at that—to look pretty and fawn over rich men. And it was entirely up to her if she wanted to take things further.

It just so happened she had already slept with this customer in particular.

She felt his eyes on her, scrutinizing. Yllana hoped—prayed to whatever god was out there listening— that he would not connect the dots and realize just where he might have recognized her from. When they had met up, Yllana had gone the whole nine-yards with make-up and a new dress. She had looked good, better than she usually did, and that was saying a lot.

The only good her father had ever done—aside from leaving—was give Yllana his elvish blood. While she had inherited her mother’s height of just shy of 5’5, her body was long and willowy, with skin the color of teakwood. Her dark hair was long enough to just cover her breasts, and Yllana often wore it tied up and gathered away from her honey-colored eyes while she worked. Her slanted ears were not as long as a pure-blooded elf might have been owing to her human blood, and where an elf might have lacked in curves—well, Yllana had been extremely blessed in that department.

The young half-elf composed herself. She was bare-faced today; he wouldn’t recognize her.

Clearing her throat, Yllana smiled. “Sorry, do you want table for one, or would you like a seat by the counter?”

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Kinks: Monsters, Size Differences, Big Cocks, Romance, Passionate Sex, Affectionate Partners, Dirty Talk, Creampies, Cumplay, Fantasy Raceplay, Age Gaps, Rough Sex, Messy Sex, Risky ‘oh-shit-we-almost-got-caught’ Sex, Body Worship, Impregnation, Breeding, Exhibitionism, Light Bondage, Spanking

Limits: Gore, Snuff, Piss, Scat, Extreme Violence, Blood, Humiliation and Degradation