(While you watch me shower, you also notice my back is covered with old scars, long, like slashes, or maybe whip marks. On his left shoulder is an irregular circular scar, possibly an old bullet wound… )

You notice the bathroom is very nice, modern, high-end fixtures and features. Very high-end. Realizing you didn’t really notice my apartment or even that many details about the building in general, but now as you slowly look around, this is an incredible place that must cost a fortune…

The layout is a large mostly open floor plan, with three enclosed rooms on the right as you walk in - bathroom, small laundry room, and bedroom, with the rest a sort of L-shaped space, running the length of the left wall, then turning right and continuing…

Directly to the left of the entry is a long guitar rack, but unlike most which are made of black, metal tubing, this appears to be hand carved out of wood. Your fingers lightly trail across the headstocks, eyes widening. There’s a metal bodied National Resonator guitar, a Martin D-28, a Fender Telecaster, a Fender Stratocaster, and a Gibson ES-335, and they aren’t copies or new reissues, they’re actual vintage instruments. The Strat alone, which you guess might be a 1964 issued one, probably would sell for $50,000. On the wall above it are many framed photos of various sizes, from small 5x7 inch ones to large 24x18 inch ones.

Along the left wall, first, closest to the guitars, is a desk covered with recording equipment. Like everything else, all very professional and expensive, with some vintage pieces here, too. A shelf above it holds books about recording, sheet music, biographies of famous musicians, and similarly themed books. On the wall above it, more photos hang.

You decide to come back to the photos for a closer look after you’ve checked out the rest of the place, maybe once I leave…

After the recording gear, there’s a small table with a lamp and a few magazines and mail. You definitely make a mental note to look through that later, too. Next is the large, overstuffed couch covered in buttery soft brown leather, and on closer look probably costs more than your car. You look at it, covered with drying splashes and streaks of your pussy juice, and you get overwhelmed, just a moment, before you shake your head to clear it.

Next is another small table for a matching lamp. Lastly along that left wall is an array of audio visual equipment: a sound system with a turn table, old fashioned reel-to-reel, vinyl records, cd’s, even cassettes. The genres represented are wide, but with an emphasis on classic punk, old blues, and obscure indie bands. You even find a copy of Divebomb, a self-titled album from a one-hit-wonder band from 2016, but it was a huge hit. You were 14 back then, in high school, and loved that album and its hit song Town On Fire. You start quietly humming it while you continue… A giant TV is next; speakers are mounted in several places. All of the equipment is either brands you know are high end, or you’ve never even heard of. Lastly there’s a bookcase, filled with

The entire east wall is floor to ceiling windows. You slowly walk up to it, becoming more and more overwhelmed. The view is STUNNING, with the tops of a few shorter buildings and then The Arch, with the Mississippi River flowing beyond. Your knees buckle a little and you realize Rory isn’t just well-off, he’s Rich with a capital R. A few pieces of high quality furniture set in the space there, offering seating for the view as well as the left wall’s massive TV.

Last is the kitchen, tucked against what would be the bedroom’s wall. Wolf brand oven, Sub-Zero brand refrigerator and freezer, and an elaborate coffee bar drive home the expensive but high quality tastes Rory has, as well as deep financial resources.