Seth was the youngest guy in the yacht party, and the only one who wasn't part of the rich clique that owned it. He had just come along with his ex-stepmom, Sarah, who was the owner's ex-girlfriend and was now here with someone new. They hadn't seen each other in years and had been catching up, but Seth couldn't help but notice how she looked in that tight dress.
As the party went on, Sarah got drunk and suddenly asked Seth to help her find the bathroom. He led her through a maze of corridors and ended up in a room that looked like some kind of storage, with boxes piled up and dust everywhere. Sarah seemed disoriented and leaned against one of the boxes, fighting to keep her balance.
"I can't keep up with these people anymore," she said, panting. "I used to be so popular here. But now, I'm just old."
"You're not old," Seth said, trying to reassure her.
"Yes, I am. Old enough to be your mother."
Seth felt a jolt in his groin at the thought and looked away.
"What do I have to offer anyone?" Sarah went on. "All I have left is my body."
She put her hand on Seth's shoulder, and he felt her nails digging in.
"I know you want me, Seth. I can feel it."