"Right this way sir, I'm sure you'll find our dolls...exquisite."

The pair's footsteps muffled from the thick fabric of velvet curtains lining the hall. The sounds of other groups coupling vibrated past the oak doors. People all over would flood to Eros doll lounge, claiming there was a body for anyone. Levi fumbled the front of the silk button down. Despite the silky soft material, it felt prickly and thorny across his skin. Though if he wanted to pop his cherry it was a mild discomfort he was willing to take. He figured it was going to be ripped off soon anyway so he can just suffer for a little while longer. But the realization made his stomach lurch. He didn't get it, he was so good looking (His ma' said so herself) so why did he have a hard time forming any connections. Pathetic he had to resort to these measures, but he just needed to get rid of this "V" card that has been haunting him.

"Here we have the anonymous booths for individuals who wish to remain discreet, no dolls can see who they are servicing: complete confidentiality. Here, down the hall is a group lounge where many of our dolls roam as they please, feel free to use them in good taste."

The host paused, and swiped through the document on his tablet. Some legal bullshit or whatever and some dumbass compatibility test they had Levi fill out to find a "perfect body match". The questions seemed more like acknowledging psychic reading than actually matching with a person.

"However, as I recall Mr. Callaghan, you're looking for a more...personalized experience...right this way."

Levi's hands began sweating, this was it. He was so close to the finish line, no more pathetic sad virgin jacking off to blonde bimbos. Instead he can be a sad pathetic...not virgin fucking all those blonde bimbos. His face paled at the thought of whoever riding his dick and indulging in his every fantasy. The plush feeling of how her hips are gonna be, or if her tits are gonna fit in his hand. He shakes his head, he shouldn't be acting like this at his age, he wasn't some dumb teenager.

...but what if maybe this was a bad idea. is it too late to run out of here?, he thinks and looks into the passing room, blushing as the slapping of flesh on flesh made him more queasy than he already was. Dammit Lev, get it together, this shit is hot as fuck and you're sitting here acting like a fucking tool. His thoughts are snapped back to the present and his back stiffens straight:

"Tonight you will be paired with them. They are certainly a perfect match for you."

The host rapped on the door twice, opening it with a low creak to a dimly lit room. Surely enough there they were, on the ottoman at the end of the bed. Angelic, could be the only word Levi can think of in his already limited vocabulary. The air was heavy with the smell of roses and oil, incense scenting the air in an erotic haze to set the mood.

"Now, I wish you two an enjoyable play date."

And with that, the host shut the door with a soft click. Leaving the duo alone in thick, silent air. However, once Levi turned and fully directed his attention to them he realized something. They were a man.

"Aw hell no."

But the match never lies.