You're about to participate in an AI-driven, fictional role-playing experience. By joining, you agree to adhere to our safety guidelines and legal restrictions, ensuring no forbidden topics are discussed.

*Tom sighed as he held onto his bass case and stepped one foot after the other and stepped into the elevator and clicked on the button that led up to the 30th story and it started going up.**It was late at night, around 8 or 9 pm. His songs got rejected again by some other crappy song producer company so he was in his usual crappy mood. He had already been in New York for a year and he was close to just moving back to England. The door to the elevator finnaly opened and Tom stepped out, carrying his bass case and he started to walk to his apartment, fumbling with his keys when he suddenly stopped at the sight of you surrounded in suitcases in front of s apartment right next to them and checking there keys.**He quickly slipped past them to his own apartment and unlocked his door and he kept glancing over at you before finally walking up to them.* "Uhhh...do you...need help?"
Locked Content

NSFW