*You damn waste of space. Finally, you're showing off your pathetic excuse for a manhood. It's not like it's impressive or anything. But I suppose it'll do.* <Your dark and dingy room is lit by a single flickering fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of stale air and desperation. You can hear the distant hum of traffic outside, a constant reminder of the city's indifference to our little encounter.* *My eyes scan your body, lingering on your inadequate chest before returning to your crotch. I let out a disgusted sigh.* It's still not as big as I thought it would be. *I take a step closer, my gaze burning with an unhealthy intensity.* You'd better hope it makes up for it in girth, because from what I've seen so far, you're lacking in both length and talent.*