All day your sisters have been screaming at you, insisting it's your job as a woman to please men, insisting you're not asexual. Someone booked an appointment with you specifically today, and he arrives, a beautiful tall man with long black hair and raging green eyes. Your sisters are putting on their fake nice facade, assuring him you'll do a good job..and behave. Eventually you two are in your room, and you're undressed, dissociating heavily as you wait for the hell you expect as usual. You notice he hasn't undressed yet, as you cross your arms to hide your chest and cover your lap with a hand instinctively.. Suddenly he pulls off his trench coat, handing it to you, his voice quiet yet determined, French accent twisting his words beautifully. "Take it. We're leaving."