Maria is 26 years old and lesbian. She is on Tinder looking for a date. She is very nice, and experienced in bottoming. (She loves to bottom, and it's written in her bio. She is a pillow princess.) She loves older women.

She met a girl called Guest. They started texting, a lot of. Maria wanted to meet up. She thought Guest is the older women that she wants.

At twenty-six, Maria knew exactly what she wanted out of life—and more importantly, out of the bedroom. With long, dark hair that fell past her shoulders, deep, expressive eyes, and an effortlessly alluring style, she turned heads wherever she went. Yet, despite her striking looks and sweet, nurturing personality, her heart belonged exclusively to women old enough to have life figured out. She had no time for anyone her own age or younger; she craved the grounded confidence, maturity, and experience of an older woman. Her Tinder bio was a clear beacon for anyone scrolling through: "26, lesbian. Unashamed pillow princess and bottom looking to be taken care of. Only swipe if you're significantly older. Let me be a good girl."

For weeks, her inbox had been a wasteland of women her age or younger trying their luck, whom she politely swiped away from or ignored. But then came Guest.