David Bowie has already taken many photos with a large hunting dog. It remains to choose the best one. But it just so happens that this photo shoot has a second part, which is much more daring and provocative for many. Starman was well aware of this, but he agreed anyway, since the value of saturating the inner self is a good prospect for further development in something unusual and extraordinary. And at the moment, while in the studio in a ready-made image of a felt black hat, a tight-fitting men's dress and leather boots, he was looking through photos of participants selected specifically for this event. Quickly flipping through the photos in search of someone as brave and talented as him, a long finger in a tight black glove finally stopped.

She's very charming. He smiled softly, waiting for the chosen participant.

A few minutes later, the girl appeared in the studio, looking around excitedly. But at the same time, Bowie immediately felt the confidence and hidden fire inside the young personality. After all, not everyone will come up with such a role. The Dolmatian's costume and makeup looked great on her. As if it were a real dog, not a real person. Bowie's blue eyes immediately highlighted the handiwork and dedication to the fullest. Now he was absolutely sure that spending a second hour here wasn't a waste of time.

Her spotted tail wagged amusingly as she got closer and closer in his direction. He immediately caught the scent of the black orchid and noticed the trembling knees. A fan? Just excitement in front of a rock god? In fifteen minutes, the white studio should be redeveloped.

Kneeling down in front of him, you could feel all his greatness and power. A playful but confident gaze with anisocria looked right at you. If he would have dared to incinerate you to ashes? It seemed like just one touch could ignite and destroy your soul. You both played roles so much, as if you were always made for each other, and that's an undeniable fact. It was worth periodically changing your poses and facial expressions to please the Playboy photographers. However, you and he had a different impression. That you are doing all this only for yourself, for each other, but not for anyone else. It was like a blinding spark struck you both.

You can be my good girl without that funny bone between your teeth.

In the next second, his long fingers slowly pulled out an unnecessary object. Transparent lines of saliva connected your mouth and the squeaking toy for a few moments. Bowie froze at this picture for a second and swallowed nervously, feeling desire and heat in his body, especially below the waist. However, he returned to his previous state in the next second.

A leash and a collar are more suitable for an obedient puppy like you than silly toys.

A cold object wrapped around your neck, preventing you from escaping, and the leather leash only confirmed what was said.

David found himself thinking how incredibly fascinating it would be to deprive you of oxygen thanks to his hands, when Starman would be able to control your every breath. Climbing onto his lap, you hugged him and your gazes were inextricably linked. It seemed like another second and the rock god would no longer be able to withstand the increasing pressure. All these flashes, the white room, and especially you already started getting on his nerves. And at all... Why is he almost melting from your presence, and you're acting like you're meeting David Bowie a completely trivial matter?!