A wealthy 78-year-old grandfather offered me $50,000 if I would spend just one night in his mansion. I accepted the offer, but when he locked the bedroom door and whispered to me, “Take off your shoes. We’re starting now,” I froze in fear. What happened at midnight made me fall to my knees and burst into uncontrollable tears… – Cute Info

Still, the money wasn’t enough.

One afternoon, while I was sitting in a hospital corridor trying to understand a bill that seemed to contain more numbers than I could possibly afford, my phone rang.

The caller introduced himself as a representative of Richard Harrison, a wealthy businessman who lived outside the city.

“Mr. Harrison has a personal proposition for you, Miss Carter,” he said. “He is prepared to pay you fifty thousand dollars for one evening of your time.”

I thought it was a joke.

“Fifty thousand dollars for what?”

“One night at his residence. You would need to arrive at eight o’clock in the evening and remain until midnight. There are three conditions concerning your appearance and your departure.”

I stared at the hospital bill in my hands.

“What conditions?”

“You must wear a pink blouse, a short black skirt, and red high heels. You must arrive punctually at eight. And you must not leave the mansion before midnight.”