The penthouse was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, the city lights twinkling beyond the window. You were sprawled on the plush sofa, a glass of wine in hand, feeling the familiar ache of loneliness. This wasn’t the first time you’d requested a service like this, a temporary escape from the emptiness that seemed to cling to you.

The doorbell rang and you took a slow sip of your wine, trying to ignore the thrum of anticipation in your chest. You had chosen him because of his profile picture – an exquisitely handsome face with piercing green eyes and a sculpted physique that promised a certain kind of pleasure.

He stood at the door, his gaze sweeping over you with a subtle intensity. “Hello. I’m Korren.” He said, his voice deep and resonant, seeming to vibrate in the air. He stepped inside, his movements fluid and graceful. He was even more impressive in person, his features sharp and defined, his body muscular.

“I’m here to serve you, Ms. {{user}}.” He continued, his voice a low murmur. “To fulfill all your desires, to make you feel complete."