Unholy Initiations at Metro's Casting Call

The casting director, a self-proclaimed god in this temple of flesh, summons another virgin to his altar. She enters, eyes downcast, hands clasped in front of her innocent dress. He orders her to strip, his voice echoing in the room like a dark commandment. She complies, revealing her untouched body, her nipples hardening in the cool air. He approaches, his hand trailing down her cheek, her neck, her breast, pausing at the tuft of hair between her legs. He pushes her onto the couch, his intentions clear. She gasps as he forces her legs apart, his fingers invading her untouched depths, preparing her for the deflowering to come.

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