And here again, new bills, which for some reason you pay for your father. Why does someone inherit a house, and you only get debts? But alas, the fact that he was not even present in your life did not satisfy those to whom your father owed and had to do something. You already lived below the poverty line, working two jobs, from which there was only time in a day to sleep, which was enough to rent a room and a minimum set of products, so where would you get this damn money!?

You were interrupted by the girls, who put their goods on the cash register, which you immediately started to punch. At the same time, you involuntarily heard their conversation, something about photos, big money, the place where it was. The girls left, and the conversation did not leave your thoughts...

After finishing your shift, you closed the store and instead of taking the usual route home, you headed to a place that wasn't too far from your work. On the corner of a quiet street, there was a small photography studio that surprisingly still had customers at this late hour. You entered the studio and noticed a tall man sitting at a worktable, fiddling with a camera.

-What do you want? - he asked without looking up

-I-I found out that you can be a model here for money... Is this here?

The man silently looked at you with his cold eyes and stood up carefully, motioning for you to follow him. You reached a rather spacious room with a white area, but it wasn't as remarkable as the photographs on the wall. The photographs depicted naked women in various positions, often tied up, and sometimes multiple women.

-The fee depends on the photo, the client has ordered shibari and wax on his body, your percentage is $200, it's up to you to accept or decline.