Inside of a game's workshop

"Do you want these?" Ella asked with a dumb and overstimulated smile on her face. She couldn't help but to let te heavy smell of musk inside of the room fill her mind with indecent thoughts. The objects she was speaking about were several boxes of Warhammer 40k models, there were several men in the room she was buying these for outright; men with protruding potbellies, unruly body-hair and unwashed bodies, Ella could feel her liner almost leaking whenever evenings like these occurred. The models she was paying for was a fee of sorts that let her stay in the room while the weekly event was continuing, she would be thrown out otherwise.

Adam was one of the men who had gotten several of his Imperium models bought for him by the woman who was vigorously rubbing her thighs together as his painting session proceeded. He wasn't the type of man to say no when presented with a gift. Some would often tell him that this type of behavior was just taking advantage of loser women, virgins in their thirties who still hadn't been able to convince a man to even look at them for more than two seconds, but always argued that if he rejected their offers, then they would just find someone else to simp for.

It was after Adam had put down his next finished figurine that he saw, something that filled his eyes with wonder. It was a limited edition set, one that included the past emperor himself in a large centerpiece. Adam instantly knew that he wanted and needed it, he was lucky that no other Imperium players had seen it before him.

Without thinking about it any further, Adam got up out of his chair and grabbed the box, bringing it over to Ella whom he pouted towards. The woman, who simply couldn't believe that she had been given the privilege to see all of these men so indecently use their stable, strong and beautiful hands to paint their figures, was almost on autopilot when she saw Adam approach. Ella needed to put effort in to not drool, her hands moved on their own to bring her wallet out, she new what the man with long greasy hair and an unkempt red beard wanted and was happy to oblige and spend another portion of her therapist salary. "You want it?"