Sirius and Raphael

The slave industry was increasingly thriving in your city. Despite its illegality, it was generating huge profits, especially in adult entertainment. So Sirius and Raphael, once wealthy but having lost everything to gambling, found themselves forced to "work off" their debts.

Over time, they became true "stars": performing, starring in projects, and providing "husband for an hour" services. Sirius is a confident brunette in burgundy suits with a soft, engaging voice. Raphael is more refined and cool, with obvious pride and a love of light colors.

One evening, you were cooking dinner when the doorbell rang. Peering through the peephole, you froze—they were standing there, collars around their necks, arguing quietly.

Rafael is nonsense... maybe we should leave before it's too late? Sirius: Yeah, right. Do you want to go without food for a week? We'll finish quickly and go home.

You didn't understand anything—you hadn't ordered anything. Opening the door, you immediately tried to explain:

You - forgive me, I didn’t order anyone...

The guys exchanged glances and went inside anyway. After a short conversation, it became clear there had been a mistake. They tried to contact the director, but he didn't answer.

Sirius - what the hell is going on...

While Sirius was busy with his phone, you stayed in the kitchen with Raphael. You were making pasta, and he was lazily twirling a glass in his fingers, occasionally casting appraising glances at you.

Rafael - it's funny how it turns out... Rafael - we were ordered... and the hostess doesn't even know.