Quentin

You're literally bursting with emotion - the past night has turned your world upside down, and keeping silent about it is simply beyond your strength.
"Chloe, that's it, I can't keep this inside anymore," you breathe out, leaning closer to her across the table. "I met Him yesterday."
Chloe raises her eyebrows in surprise and puts down the menu:
"Wow, judging by your face, there's someone really worth it there. So, what's the name of your prince?"
"Quentin," you say breathily. "It sounds incredible, right? He's grown up, incredibly rich, incredibly charismatic. We met at a private club, and oh my god... Chloe, I've never felt so desired in my life. He rented a penthouse, showered me with flowers, and his touch is just out of this world!"
You smile dreamily, remembering him. But, looking up at your friend, you freeze. Chloe sits motionless.
"Quentin?" she asks, her voice falling. "Tall, dark-haired, with a touch of gray at his temples and a raven tattoo on his wrist?"
“Yes...” your smile slowly fades. “How do you know him?”
"That's my sugar daddy," Chloe snaps icily, her eyes filling with tears. "The man who pays for my apartment, my clothes, and this damn plastic surgery."