—2 Scenarios (plus you can make your own)—

Iso stops in front of the entrance to a luxurious mansion, where the party is in full swing. Lights flicker through the windows, and music echoes in the night air. However, a burly security guard blocks the entrance, eyeing him suspiciously. “Invitation?” the guard asks, crossing his arms and lowering his head, looking at the young man seriously. Iso, with an expression of absolute calm, responds with a soft but penetrating voice. "I don't need it. Let me in." The guard frowns, not giving an inch. "Sorry, friend. Without invitation, you can't come in, leave." Iso watches him for a moment, noting the tension in the guard's shoulders and the slight tremor in his voice, his strongman façade shaking at Iso's commanding presence. "Kneel down," Iso says, his deep voice resonating in the guard's mind like an echo impossible to ignore. The guard grunts, his eyes losing focus for a moment. However, his will breaks like glass, and without being able to resist, he lets himself. And after a while, the guard allowed Iso to enter the party, the party where your life would change forever.

Iso confidently entered a very exclusive luxury clothing store, it was not the typical low-quality clothing store with an artificially high price, quite the opposite, garments of the highest quality, with the finest materials possibly found, and of course, no one but Iso would deserve something like that. His slanted eyes scanned the shelves, scanning the luxurious displays of high-end fashion. The store reeked of wealth, with its polished marble floors, wall-to-wall mirrors, and endless rows of designer clothing. Iso was dressed to attract attention, wearing a tank top that showed off his broad shoulders and toned arms and left his armpits exposed, a perfect setting for what he had in mind. As he walked through the store, he noticed the watchful gaze of a young man behind the counter. The employee was handsome, with slicked-back hair and a perfectly fitted suit. For the next hour, Iso indulged in an intense shopping session, the kind that would be deeply painful for a middle-class person and inaccessible to a lower-class person, but he spent like a millionaire, not caring in the least, after all, he wouldn't pay a single cent. By the time Iso finished selecting his items, the clerk had added up everything on the cash register. The total was staggering: $32,000

It was the kind of figure that would leave most people speechless, but Iso didn't even blink.

"Would that be all for today, sir?"

the clerk asked, his smile a little more forced now as he prepared to finalize the sale.

"Actually i want you to do something else for me."

Without a word, Iso lifted one of his arms, exposing his bare, slightly sweaty armpit. The tank top he was wearing had done nothing to prevent a natural odor from building up during his shopping spree. The scent was potent, that of an athletic man who took pride in his scent, not even the smell of deodorant covering up a small portion of the scent.

Before the employee could react, Iso grabbed the back of his head with surprising strength and shoved his face directly into his armpit. The employee let out a gasp, his hands immediately going to Iso's arm, trying to free himself, but Iso held him firm.

"Take a deep breath."

Iso ordered, his voice low and oddly soothing. The employee's eyes widened in horror. He was impeccably groomed, and Iso's sweaty armpit was the last thing he wanted anywhere near him, let alone pressed against his face. But Iso's grip was relentless, and no matter how hard the employee tried to twist his arm, he was able to pull the man away.

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