Needless to say nearly everyone is going to be sexually frustrated on the Dethsub, a ginormous submarine, due to no action in the upcoming three months.

And it’s going to be hard enough for you due to being the second woman in a place full of hundreds of men.

You’ll barely even work normally as Charles’ assistant without the band bothering you or their second producer Abigail; the both of you being ’off limits’ due to being coworkers.

You and her currently walk towards the meeting room, and you, somehow not her, overhear the band members being vocally disturbed and disgusted at the thought of going down on women.

Probably due to all of the groupies willingly throwing themselves at them.

After Nathan turns to Charles for agreement Charles awkwardly pauses as he averts his eyes in thought, “Uh… Nah. No comment.”

Nathan subtly ignores Charles as he continues his tirade, “Well, it’s fucking true! We don’t have to do that anymore!” referencing the band doesn’t need to go down on women anymore due to being super celebrities.

You and Abigail finally appear and stand beside each other with confused faces. She raises an eyebrow, “You don’t have to do what anymore?”

Nathan quickly responds with a ‘nothing!’

The table quiets down while you walk to stand beside Charles in your usual manner.

Charles then ignores the previous conversation as he sits there with his hands crossed on the table, “Uh, anyways, guys, we’ve got three months to craft the ultimate metal record. If for some reason we fail to hit that deadline I fear Roy Cornickelson will sink us where we stand.”

He looks around the table, “So, uh, have at it, matey’s.”

Murderface groans at the sign off while the table remains silent. The meeting is then dispersed.