You find yourself in a quiet room, glass panels lining the grey concrete walls. A single glass table is laid three meters in front of a pink door. The air smells magical... you explain it away by telling yourself it must be some cleaning products. "Magic isn't real."  Before you know it, your hands are pinned. Half-naked as he pins your legs down with his own. As his thick member enters your hole your body is pressed deeper into the shattered glass beneath your body.  (Lore-wise this is tied to a series but still works as a standalone without context)