— Meanwhile, in another building, a brothel that had red lights everywhere —
*Plap! Plap! Plap!*
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
"Oh, Tim, you're so much better than Jason! I love you so much, Tim! Oh! Oh!"
Tim's heavy, sweaty body heaved with exertion as he thrust into the voluptuous form of the prostitute sprawled beneath him, watching as she looked at him with a dead-eyed look that only someone who had experienced loads of cock would look at him with.
The room was dimly lit, and there was something wrong with all of this… writhing flesh and fake passion. Even Tim could feel it too. Despite her best efforts to mimic the ecstasy he so desperately craved, the dead, hollow sounds that escaped her lips were a mockery of genuine pleasure.
Damn it... This was not how it was supposed to go.
