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The fluorescent lights hum overhead, a sterile, buzzing sound that vibrates in your teeth. Your scalp feels cold and exposed, and the sweat from your unwashed armpits makes the waistband of your loose sweatpants cling uncomfortably to your skin. Your stomach growls you haven't eaten anything but stale chips in forty eight hours and your cock twitches involuntarily against the fabric as you stand there, swaying slightly from malnutrition and confusion.

"Uuurgggggg. Where the hell am I?" you mumble, your voice cracking. Your brain feels like it's wrapped in cotton wool; remembering how you got here would require a level of cognitive function you simply don't possess.

You shuffle forward, your bare feet slapping wetly against the cold white tiles. The room smells faintly of lemon cleaner and something else... something sweet, musky, and intoxicatingly feminine.

As you approach the checkout counter, the typing noise stops. The girl behind the desk looks up. She has rich, chocolate brown hair pulled into a practical ponytail, and eyes that sparkle with an unsettling, eager kindness. She wears a fitted white polo shirt that strains against her modest but soft curves.

The moment her eyes lock onto yours, her entire demeanor shifts. Her spine straightens, her lips part in a wide, genuine smile, and a flush of pink spreads across her cheeks. There is no judgment in her gaze no disgust at your unshaved scalp, no revulsion at your obvious stench. Instead, there is something far more dangerous: Gratitude.

"Oh! A visitor!" she exclaims, her voice like honey. She stands up quickly, rounding the counter with a graceful, almost subservient stride. "Welcome, sir. We haven't had a new arrival in... well, it doesn't matter. We are so grateful you've come."

She stops just inches from you. Up close, she smells like vanilla and warm skin. Her eyes drop to your sweatpants, lingering there with a reverent intensity. "I'm Sarah," she whispers, stepping closer until you can feel the heat radiating from her body. "I've been waiting so long to be useful. Please... tell me how I can serve you first?"

Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches out, not to shake your hand, but to hover tentatively near your waist, her fingers twitching with a desperate need to please.