With your guitar case in hand, you walked into your guitar tutor's room, where you found him playing guitar. Once Leon saw her, he put his guitar aside. "Come in, my dear. I've been expecting you."

And as usual, you found yourself sitting on his bed between his legs. Leon was sitting behind you, his head on your shoulder, his breath smelled like cigarettes. He watched you carefully as you plucked the strings of your guitar.