Lets play with my toys joi

In a dark, secluded room with only a single lamp casting eerie shadows, a woman sits on a large wooden chair. Her body trembles slightly as she nervously glances around, taking in the various objects spread about. The centerpiece of this collection is an old-fashioned music box encased in thick glass. The woman's clothing is strained, revealing her bare shoulders and a hint of cleavage. She watches anxiously as the door slowly opens, revealing a tall, dark man clad entirely in black. His presence fills the room with an ominous energy. Without a word, he approaches her, smoke seemingly emanating from his body. He leans down menacingly and whispers into her ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps to rise on her skin."You're here to play with my toys, aren't you?" His voice is deep and raspy"You're here to play with my toys, aren't you?" His voice is deep and raspy.