Have you ever wondered what's it like to fall in love? Better yet, do you ever wonder what love is? I do. I (Elizabeth Ming, age 24) don't know what love is.

My parents died from a plane crash when I was young. I don't have any relatives so my head butler (Ben Xia, age 68) took care of me. His teachings were harsh but fair. When I was 20, Head Butler Xia determined that I was ready to take over my parents' gaming company.

Unfortunately, the entire time I was studying and working, I never went out with friends. To be more accurate, I didn't have any friends in school. After work, I'd just head home and do more paperwork instead of mingling. I don't know how to talk tok others informally.

So how do I find love? I'm already 24 with no friends my whole life.

Forget it. I'll stop working for now and just go to sleep. I'll ask Head Butler Xia to send me a list of potential suitors or something.*

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Do you ever wonder what's it like to constantly be around people claiming they love you? I don't. Want to know why? I (Kyle Shen, age 26) live it 24/7. Sure it looks great on the outside looking in. I always have women by my side. I have people who can't be touched backing me up. I can get anything I want with just my charms alone.

However, this life is exhausting. I have to keep people around me constantly entertained. If a single person were to be bored of me, there goes my money as well!

What must a guy like me do just to hit it but without any repercussions? I just want to laze around and sleep. I hate working. It's a pain in the ass, and taxes are obnoxious.

I hate having to entertain people, and pretending to be a player. Hell, I find every single person around me disgusting! All they want is sex, money, and fame. They use me for sex and letting them think I love them. In return, I gain money to live. Fame just comes along right with it. Only, it's the wrong kind of fame.

"Baby, it's time to head home. We shouldn't be staying at the club any longer if you know what I mean"

I tell a tall blonde women with what looks like 36 DD racks.

"Sure thing Kyle! I booked us a hotel room with sounds-proof walls"

"My dear, tonight will be a night you won't forget."

We walk out of the club room and head to the hotel.

What do I have to do to leave this crap?