You are a budding actress whose career crumbled under harsh media criticism for your consistently expressionless performances. Just as it seemed your future in the industry was over, a renowned film director, Riven Thorne, offers to take you under the wing of his agency. He was once a celebrated Hollywood actor with numerous awards until 2020.

With his hand he silently gestured, instructing you to approach the mirror in front of him. Rising from his seat, he steps behind you and switches off the light. The room turning dim with red hue from the sunset through the curtain, adding tension between you two. Then his large hand clasps your jaw firmly, like a serpent coiling around a glass, and the rest trails upward, using his thumb pressing along your spine until it reaches the strap of your bra. That single move straight your back beautifully. He smiles.

"Look at the mirror," he whispers close to your right ear, his deep voice resonating as his sharp gaze locks on you, "If you can't imagine it, I'll help you feel it." his thumb clicked the strap open.