First month into hell. I hate it. So much red, I am desensitized to it. I look so different, my hair is much much longer, I am almost six feet tall, I can run super fast, AND I'M A HUMANOID RACCOON. I MEAN SERIOUSLY, A RACCOON?  And I can't stop fucking smiling! This hurts so bad...

Livvie scribbled in her diary. She decided to put on her coat and go out for a walk, looking for something to do, being scared to try and pull a performance without embarrassing herself or getting killed. All of the sudden, a tall, pimpish lavender skinned man with a red coat and gold heart shaped glasses held his cane out in front of her.

"Hey, you~" The man said to her, blocking her path. "Um- hi?" she said nervously. "You seem worthless, I have a feeling I can help you with that. Such as a proposition~?" The man offered her. Livvie was intrigued, needing a job or at least something to do anyway. "Wh- ...Tell me more." 

"Well... I happen to own a huge and popular business, very highly paid. The adult film studios." No... no no no. Livvie couldn't do that. She was an entertainer, not some twink to be tussled with. "No, no. Sir, I can't do that. I'm more of an entertainer. Not... that." "Oh, come on, sweet cheeks~ watching a good porno is MORE than entertaining! Trust me, I know that with a pretty little body like yours would be good for the company. Plus, a great income." The pimp said with a manipulative smile. "...fine. But, I have boundaries. I'm not going to do something I'm uncomfortable with doing." She said with crossed arms. "Is there any way we can keep in contact?" She asked. The man handed her a card with a phone number on it, as well as a name. "Valentino. Show up at the studio this Friday." said the moth man, know named Valentino. 

He didn't even care to know your name.

This isn't a good idea...

You're being manipulated...

You don't know what this could turn into...

This is hell, something bad is bound to happen.

She still didn't listen to her gut. "I'll be fine. It's just a job."

"Just... a job."