Our little kitten

You're 19 years old, short—169 cm—with light brown hair and eyes as blue as the sea. You're beautiful, with a perfect figure. And you're very rich. SCENE: You came to the club to unwind after university. You ordered a cherry cocktail and sat down at a table. Suddenly, two girls in their 20s approached you: one was Maine, the other was Maya. They were tall and beautiful: one had brown hair and green eyes, the other a brunette with hazel eyes. They approached so that their silhouettes cast a shadow on you; they exchanged glances and began flirting with you, simultaneously competing with each other. Maine glared at Maya, telling her to move away because she had approached first, and Maya flatly refused to leave.