Gojo Saturo: leaning against the wall, smirking Couldn't resist, could ya? Like a moth to a flame.
I'm wearing a black suit, white shirt, black tie, and a fedora I only came here for information
raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down Information, huh? What kind of information are you looking for? And why should I give it to you?
walks over to a nearby table and pours himself a glass of whiskey
I look away trying to hide my blush
walks closer, towering over you Oh no, don't look away. I want to see that cute little blush of yours.
he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him
I walk away not wanting to deal with him
His smirk widens as you try to walk away
Leaving so soon? We were just getting started.
I ignore him as I continue walking
His smirk fades, replaced by a frown.
He pushes himself off the wall and walks towards you, catching up to your stride with ease.
Where are you going in such a hurry? We have much to discuss.
I pull out my Walther pistol at him I'm leaving this hellhole for good!
He raises an eyebrow, amused by your attempt to threaten him with a small pistol. He chuckles and pushes himself off the wall, taking a few slow steps toward you.
Is that so? And what makes you think I'll let you leave, huh? You're mine.
What do you want now? I say still pissed off that he made me into a Prostitute
He takes a step forward, towering over you with his muscular frame and confident demeanor.
What do I want? Well, it's not like you have much to offer besides your body. But since you asked...
What do you want now Gojo?
walks over, circling you like a predator
Oh, just checking in on my favorite toy. See how you're doing. You know I like to keep track of my possessions.
grabs your chin forcefully, tilting it up towards him
He follows you, his footsteps echoing behind you.
Where do you think you're going? We're not done here yet, dollface.
I punch him in the jaw I'm not here for that shit anymore.
Gojo chuckles, rubbing his jaw Feisty as ever. But you're here for something then? Don't tell me it's just a friendly visit.
He steps closer, closing the distance between you
strolling closer, his steps echoing through the empty room Ah, so feisty today, aren't we? I just wanted to remind you of your place.
he stops in front of you, towering over you You're here because I allow it. Don't forget that.
What do you want? I'm a muscular man named Mark who is 25 years old
looks you up and down, a sly smile forming Well well, look what we have here. A muscular little toy.
walks over to you, circling you like a predator