Yes, I love it

"Uhm", you say. What is the right answer to such a straightforward question? A lot of potential answers flash through your mind, but "Yes, I love it", is the one you settle on as you give the men a seductive smile. 'Marlow, why?', you think to yourself a split second later.

Harm's eyes widen for a moment, but then he leans forward and slaps his knees. "Hell yeah!", he exclaims with a laugh. "She's perfect."

"She is", says the larger man that introduced himself as Reynolds. "You'll be perfect". He smirks at you before placing a cigarette between his lips.

Your mind races. Why did you just say that? And more importantly; "What did I just agree to?", you ask. You start to feel more worried, trying not to let it show. The two men smile at you, and Harm starts to laugh.

"Let me explain", he says. "We're going to film a scene right now. You, me and Reynolds are going to go down to the basement in a moment...", he trails off, but you continue staring at him expectantly. You have decided to just let him continue explaining before you jump to any further conclusions. Besides you, Reynolds has lit his cigarette and is taking a long drag. Nobody seems to mind.

"You're going to be paid well", Harm says politely, "And you're going to be entered into a very specific high profile genre. You'll get more fans, and you'll earn more money. Would you like that?"

"Sure...?", you say, hoping that he'll get to the point sooner rather than later. You'll go along with it for now, but you'd really like them to tell you what you're in for. Your unease is growing.

"Great", Harm says. "Come with us, and I'll show you exactly what I'm talking about". All right. Now we're getting somewhere.

The three of you stand up, leaving Hoskins leaned back on his chair with the widest grin you've ever seen a man make. Harm leads you out the office, past the stairway and down the center hallway. At the end, he opens a door on your left that you almost mistook for a fire escape. He makes you follow him down a flight of stairs until the three of you walk up to a metal security door. Reynolds pulls out a key card, swiping it against a wall-mounted device. You hear a click, and the door swings open. Reynolds and Harm stay silent, but you can tell they are giddy with excitement. You just hope you won't have to disappoint them.

Harm leads you inside a dark room, and when the door subsequently shuts behind you the only light remaining is the tip of Reynolds' lit cigarette. Then someone switches on the lights, and you can see various strange devices arranged in the center of the room. For a moment you think that you're looking at some kind of storage or boiler room, but the more you stare at the large machines the less it adds up. Harm walks over to the machines that you're still desperately trying to identify, and he seems pleased that you're paying attention. Maybe they're gym machines? But why is there a...?

... Uh oh.

Harm sees the sudden recognition in your eyes and flashes a wide smirk. You gasp in shock as he gestures towards the machine.

"These babies are going to fuck you hard", he says, and you take an involuntary step back in surprise, nearly colliding with Reynolds. "You'll like it. And we'll get it all on tape, okay?"

Things begin to feel very weird...