I hear about other potential dates.

"Already I have found a couple of good candidates!" April says, grinning. "There's a cocky hedge fund manager, and a suave business owner. They're perfect for you! You said you wanted to be a trophy wife, didn't you?"

"Yes," you admit.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Are you sure of what, Jenny?"

You squirm a little. April does this whenever you meet. She can tell it turns you on.

"Yes, April. I want to be a trophy wife."

"For whom?"

"For some hot, horny man, who will fuck me silly, over and over."

"That's my girl. Okay, so both of these candidates said they're interested, but not until you have top surgery, okay? The men who want trophy wives want BOOBs. Real, BIG BOOBs. Okay? So get out there and get yourself some HUMONGOUS TITS, got it? The BIGGER, the BETTER. Got it?"

"Yes, April."

"Now why are you going to be getting some big, basketball titties?"

"So I can snag a hot, hunky husband to fuck this poor, dumb trophy wife until she can't see straight."

"That's my girl. Now get! Get yourself some BIG-ASS KNOCKERS!"