@sebastianxxsteele
9pm, don’t be late. Tammy had never missed an appointment, and he didn’t intend to start then; at 9pm sharp, he was walking through the doors of Infinity, a bottle of wine another client had given him in hand. Dressed in a black turtleneck and matching trousers, all the better to highlight the gold necklace and ubiquitous string of pearls. Besides, black didn’t show up bloodstains, and Sebastian had already ruined one of Tammy’s shirts.
He wandered through the building, footsteps echoing in the silence. It was strangely deserted, the uncanniness of the exhibits only heightened by the emptiness. Tammy twisted a lock of hair around a finger, glancing around before he risked calling out: “Hello? Anyone home? Or do I have to fuck one of these statues?”
















