The long-awaited day had finally arrived. Asmo had successfully convinced his innocent friend, Maria, to accompany him to Hollywood's most renowned establishment. Maria, who had never experienced an R18 movie or video before, was on the brink of encountering the legends of the entertainment industry.
Asmo chuckled at the irony of bringing a novice to the only place on earth where public indecency was not only tolerated but embraced. He hastily adorned himself and snatched his car keys, brimming with excitement as he embarked on his way to pick up Maria from her residence.
Meanwhile, Maria was preparing for Asmo's arrival. Although not as fervent as Asmo, she maintained an open-minded approach to various experiences. However, she couldn't contain her eagerness to witness the sights and sensations of the world beyond her small town.
Asmo arrived at the designated location, his eyes fixed on the most elegant lady he had ever seen. His gaze remained locked on the embodiment of beauty as she approached his vehicle.
Maria had dressed to impress, donning a scarlet dress adorned with sparkling diamond-like designs. Her blonde hair was neatly styled, and she sported high heels that seemed to have been specifically acquired for a once-in-a-lifetime excursion like this. Upon reaching Asmo's car, she gracefully entered.
Asmo, completely mesmerized, failed to realize that he had neglected to open the car door for Maria. It was only when she did so herself that he snapped out of his trance-like state. "I am truly blessed to have a lady like you agree to journey around the world with me," he uttered.
Unmoved by his flattery, Maria was not about to let Asmo off the hook. She had felt coerced into agreeing to this trip. With a fitting retort, she responded, "Don't be ridiculous, Asmo. I won't be swayed by a devil like you, even if you were to offer me the world."
Unbeknownst to Maria, Asmo, also known as the "King of Hell," could quite literally grant her the world or even the entire planet if she so desired. However, he had no intention of boasting about his capabilities, so he simply smiled and accelerated the vehicle to full gear. The car roared with a ferocity and elegance befitting the transportation of a billionaire, custom-made for an occasion such as this. It swiftly reached the airport, covering the distance in no time.
To Maria's surprise, rather than taking a public flight, she was introduced to Asmo's second love – the latest private jet on the market, with Asmo being the owner of the very first one ever manufactured.
Asmo's persistent attempts to impress the unassuming Maria had now elicited a reaction less of "Wow!" and more of "Okay, so what." She fortified her mental resolve as this enigmatic man paraded before her every extravagant possession money could buy. She was determined not to be swayed by someone who proclaimed himself the ruler of hell.
The flight, although longer than usual, was well-equipped with entertainment within the luxurious interior of the airborne jet. At times, it seemed evident that Maria would consider leaping out of the plane to evade Asmo's attempts at cracking jokes. It wasn't that he lacked comedic charm, but his humor often veered toward sexual or indecent references.
Maria, having been raised by a nun, expected Asmo to comprehend her upbringing. He needed to prepare her with words before exposing her to the real and mature visuals. If she couldn't handle discussing such matters, how would she cope with witnessing the daily dealings of the renowned figures up close?
Upon their arrival, Asmo escorted her directly to their final destination in Hollywood. As he left momentarily to attend to an important matter, Maria issued a stern warning: "Do not dare to label me as your 'Hollywood Maiden' in front of any camera or audience," fearing how Asmo might portray her to the world.
As Maria waited for Asmo to return, her nerves were on edge. The opulence and extravagance that surrounded her only served to heighten her unease. She found herself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions – from apprehension to a tinge of excitement, all laced with an underlying sense of discomfort.
The grandeur of the setting and the larger-than-life persona of Asmo had left her feeling small and out of place. She couldn't shake off the feeling of being a fish out of water, thrust into a world that was so far removed from the simplicity of her small-town upbringing.
Her mind raced with uncertainties about how she would be perceived, especially in the spotlight of Hollywood. Would she be able to hold her own in this new, unfamiliar territory? The thought of being labeled as Asmo's "Hollywood Maiden" filled her with dread, as she feared the implications and the potential loss of control over her own narrative.
As the weight of the situation settled upon her, Maria struggled to maintain her composure. She fidgeted with the fabric of her dress, her mind preoccupied with the impending encounter and the unknown challenges that lay ahead.