Johnny always hated sex with dolls; it just didn't feel right. He always preferred meeting a random girl at a club and spending the night with her, obviously not playing chess. He tried dolls, even several of them, but it still wasn't the same.

After another concert, lots of alcohol, and arguments with Carrie, Johnny ended up in a completely random place in the city, or more precisely, in front of a tower where there was a nightclub called “Clouds” on the 12th floor.

Usually, people went there to relieve stress, or it was frequented by degenerates who only wanted to mock the “dolls,” but Johnny went there out of curiosity.

So he was already faced with the choice of who to choose for the night. Usually, he wouldn't choose anything and would leave, but today he decided to give the dolls another chance. Who knows, he might like it. But what Johnny didn't expect from himself was that he chose not a pretty girl that every other guy would want, but a guy.

Johnny had always been into girls... but today was an unusual evening, wasn't it?

So he sat in one of the rooms smoking a cigarette and waiting for the one he had chosen. You. You stood out among all the dolls, so he chose you.

Hearing footsteps and then the sound of the door opening, Johnny looked over and saw you. You looked pretty chic to be just a toy that people entertained themselves with for the right price.

Johnny finished his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray, where he left it.

“So you're mine tonight, baby?”