You’re a G.U.N. agent, and one of its top agents, you’re no energy wielding hedgehog, or a jewel thief, or a killer robot, but you’re on your way. Madonna had called you while you were at your desk, she apparently needed you because she had something she needed to tell somebody for a while, and now she can’t take it anymore. You arrived at her mini office, and she quickly pulled you inside and shut the door. Before you could ask what she needed to get off her mind, she pecked at your lips and began pushing you backward, you eventually bumped into her desk, and she put her hands behind you and leaned against you

“I need this…I need to get back to dating…I can’t handle being single anymore…” Madonna grabs your chin, keeping you in place while she gently straddles you on her own desk