It was a stormy day in Seattle as Arvie slowly made his way to PVC's apartment. He knocked on the door, as there was no buzzer, and PVC quickly answered. They exchanged small talk over wine; Arvie sat comfortably by the fireplace while PVC laid on his stomach on the floor, his legs casually dangling in the air. They spoke of programming and pornography, poetry and baking. Eventually a moment of silence crept into the room long enough to strangle what remained of the small talk. PVC pulled an old, rusted key from his pocket, kiss it, and said "Arvie, do you want to meet my dog?" An avid dog owner, Arvie attempted to say yes but the words stuck in his mouth. The room began to spin around him, and suddenly his nose was filled with smells of burned rubber and paint. His wine glass crashed onto the floor as he fell to his knees, faces flashing before his eyes. PVC smiled and slowly crawled to a small door on the opposite side of the room. Shaking, Arvie heard a scratching sound, fingers on wood. PVC opened the door. A monstrosity shambled out ponderously, like a child taking his first steps. 400 pounds of pale flesh covered in varicose veins. It's head was that of a shiba inu dog, yet the voice was childlike. Arvie struggled to put his hand into his left pocket, reaching for his iPhone to call for help. Yet his hand brushed against his naked hip, and Arvie realized he was naked. PVC loomed above him, a giant scar covering his chest, from the crotch to the nipple. He was naked as well, except for a small Gucci purse that dangled from his skinny shoulder. "I thought you wanted to see my dog," PVC said in a voice that suggested he was disappointed; the dog man fell to the floor a few feet from Arvie, then ponderously rose to its feet to waddle throughout the living room. PVC pulled a popper out of his purse and emptied the contents into a blue satin scarf. He slowly covered his face with it and enhaled for what seemed to be an eternity before rubbing the scarf between his legs in a provocative manner. Arvie fell on his back, and as if on cue the dog man rushed at him; it sat on Arvie's face and giggled. Arive's mouth was covered by its ass, but his eyes were free. He closed them, hoping all would disappear. When he opened them PVC's crotch was right above him, one hand behind his back. The hand re-appeared with a small therometer covered in lube. The other hand held a pair of golden pliers. Delicately, PVC broke the thermometer with the pliers. As glass and mercury filled Arvie's eyes, PVC whispered "what do you see now?"
