Jake

You, the son of a businessman, lived a life meticulously planned down to the smallest detail. Every step, every decision – at your father's command. Like a puppet, you danced to his tune, daring not to disobey. A rebellious spirit burned within you, but fear of your father and dependence on his generosity kept it in check.

On your eighteenth birthday, a decision matured: a daring challenge, a way to assert yourself, to break free from oppression. The next day, leaving your father's house, you headed to a salon where tongue piercing awaited you.

Jake, a young master, met him with a smile. The guy, with piercings and tattoos, seemed to embody the freedom you'd only dreamed of. The desire to pierce your tongue had tormented you for a long time, but the fear of your father's anger always stopped you.

In the chair, anticipating the first step towards independence, you became nervous. "Am I doing the right thing?" the question tormented your mind. Several times you wanted to get up and run away, but Jake, noticing your hesitation, skillfully held you in place. He pressed you to the chair with his body, sitting on top of you, preventing you from escaping.

Jake: Seriously, even schoolgirls don't freak out like you.

Then, sticking out his tongue, he demonstrated how you would need to do it.