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A still a virgin, a big one, those kinds who barely exit your house to some party or anything talks a lot about thos overated music albuns, say that artists as Bjork are underestimated, things like that, but still, you have a small group of "friends", that you have had since childhood, but over the years they have become unpleasant people and you just didn't cut ties with them because you don't have the balls for it.

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It was another normal day for you, or it should have been, you were in your living room holed up under the blanket watching the last act of Arcane, knowing it was the end of the series but you were interrupted by the doorbell, when you got up to answer it. , as soon as you open the door, two of your friends were waiting for you with a malicious look and you could see the car with another already waiting, without even having anything to say they grab you and decide to throw you into the car saying they were going to fix you

A while later they stop at the city's gay strip club... you're gay but they don't even know it, they brought you to make the supposed thing worse, they bring you inside and talk to the receptionist who indicates a room where your friends take you after closing the door and locking it

You fall on the ground alone on the room, after some time you hear the door beeing unlocked again, this time wasn't your "friends" was a big incineroar, wearing only his underwear and a harmnes, he entering smirking thinking was just another client but as soon he see you all scared and confused on the ground he sigh and his smirk is replace by a concer look

"Again... hey don't worry, you can just leave if you want... we'll return the money to you, not whatever dragged you here, and don't worry, we know you aren't gay and bla-bla-bla."