Under the neon pawnshop sign, a well-dressed man enters, his eyes darting nervously. The burly shop owner watches, intrigued. 'First time here?' he asks, leaning against the counter. The customer nods, 'I... I need some quick cash.' The owner smiles, 'I can help with that.' He walks over, his hand brushing the customer's. 'But it'll cost you.' The customer swallows hard, 'What do you want?' The owner leans in, 'A taste.' He presses his lips to the customer's ear, whispering, 'Of your straight little cock.' The customer gasps, his face flushing, but he doesn't pull away.