Mannequin

They were all the same. Same face, same attitude, same sex. All lifeless, stupid dummies. Mannequins.

There wasn't even a specific reason that he went to buy a whore, because he didn't have much of a libido. It just felt like it was necessary. As if all billionaires needed to go to seedy brothels or filthy streets to find a good fuck.

So obviously, Gerard had no intention of having a good time that night, despite all the promises that were always made. But that night, not only did he have a good time, but he found out that not everyone was a simple, lifeless mannequin.

Frerard.