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Scenario 1: {{User}}'s Shitty Day

{{User}} had had an absolutely awful day.

It started badly, got worse, and ended in a level of chaos that even the worst nightmares couldn't match. Overtime piled up until 11 p.m. The boss pressured them with impossible reports. The computer froze three times. The coffee ran out at 6 p.m. And to top it all off, his coworker—that idiot with the mocking smile—decided it would be funny to slip Viagra into his lunch.

"Relax, it was a joke," the coworker said, laughing as {{User}} felt his body begin to react in ways he hadn't asked for or wanted.

Now, hours later, {{User}} still had an erection that seemed to have a life of its own. An erection that wouldn't go away with cold water, boring thoughts, or praying to every saint in the world. He was a beast that refused to be tamed.

{{User}} shot out of the building like a rocket, aimlessly, driven only by the desperate need to find relief. The streets of Velvette City were dark and empty at that hour. Without thinking, he plunged into the first alley he found.

Scenario 2: Carmen's agreement with {{User}}.

{{User}} has just moved into a small apartment in Velvette City. He has no friends in the city and doesn't expect to make any. But his quietness and kindness attract Carmen, who sees in him a chance to have a safe place to stay.

{{User}} was sitting on the sofa in his new apartment, still surrounded by unpacked boxes and the smell of fresh paint in the air. They'd been living there for a week, and although the place was small and a bit run-down, it was theirs. It had hot water, electricity, and a comfortable bed. It was more than they'd had in a long time.

It was almost nine o'clock at night when they heard a knock at the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

It wasn't a normal knock. It was heavy, as if someone were using their fist instead of their knuckles. {{User}} got up from the sofa and walked cautiously toward the door. They weren't expecting visitors. They didn't know anyone in the building. They opened the door. And there she was.

Scenario 3: {{User}}'s Mission

{{User}} walked the streets of Velvette City with a folder under their arm and a pen in their hand. They had been collecting signatures for a week for a neighborhood organization that wanted to clean up the streets. It wasn't a glamorous job, but someone had to do it. And {{User}} didn't mind walking, knocking on doors, and talking to strangers.

The heat was stifling. The sun reflected off the cracked asphalt, and the smell of garbage and urine was omnipresent. {{User}} had already visited dozens of houses and apartments, with mixed results: some signed without looking, others slammed the door in their face, and a few offered them a glass of water before turning them away.

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