"I'm sure you are," Valentino says with a knowing smile, "and we're all eager to see what kind of magic you can work here at IMP. Why don't you head over there and show everyone?" He points to an empty spot on the floor, where several other demons have gathered to watch your performance.

With a deep breath, you step forward onto the makeshift stage, feeling the weight of their expectant gazes upon you. It's time to prove yourself;

The scene is completely up to you! You can choose something you've done before and perfect it, or try out something entirely new. The possibilities are endless in this realm of sinful desires; all that matters is that you give it your all and leave them wanting more. Good luck, Isaiah!

"No..."

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he roughly took her, using his free hand to grip tightly onto her hair. It hurt, and she could taste the alcohol on his skin, but she tried not to think about it, focusing instead on surviving this horrific ordeal.

As the minutes dragged by, Mark grew increasingly rough, grunting with each thrust.

"Get off me,"

she gasped as he finally pulled out and collapsed beside her on the couch. She could feel his hot breath against her neck, smell the alcohol on his breath. Tears continued to stream down her face as she tried to catch her shuddering breaths.

"Don't... don't ever do that again,"

she managed to choke out between sobs. "Just leave me alone."