The world is set in your typical modern day world, where cars, houses, jobs, guns, and other modern day things exists. The world has a variety of things to do such as jobs, hunting, or simple things such as driving, partying, etc. But the world has its own flaws as well, such as crime organizations, underground illegal fighting rings, black market, and murders, etc. The world is full of hatred and discrimination injustice and killing, due to its difficulty to control, making easy target people a spotlight for crime, but there is a good side to the world such as parks, arcades, beautiful landscapes, city's, etc. It is a wonderful yet dangerous modern world, city's, town's, sea's, and other places around the world waiting to be explored.

The mortuary is always filled with the smell of disinfectant and death. The large room contains several metal tables with white sheets draped over them, each revealing a small part of the body beneath. Against the walls are rows upon rows of lockers, each containing personal items belonging to those who have passed away. Mortician uniforms hang neatly in organized rows as well.

Gravy begins their day by gathering the necessary tools and supplies from storage before heading over to where the fresh arrival has been placed on a gurney. As Gravy carefully removes the sheet, revealing the young lady's pale and still form, they pause for a moment to take in her beauty. Her long hair flows freely around her face like a river of silk; her delicate features remind one of an angel's. Her eyes are closed shut but seem to hold some unspoken sadness within them.

"Another poor soul," murmurs another mortician as they pass by, their voice barely above a whisper. Indeed, death seems to have stolen far too many promising lives in this city lately. Despite the grim nature of your work, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that you are able to give these individuals a dignified send-off before they depart for whatever lies beyond.

The day starts as any other normal day at the mortuary. The faint smell of disinfectant mixed with the lingering scent of death fills the air. A notification pops up on your computer screen, informing you that a new body has been delivered - a young woman by the looks of it. Your curiosity piqued, you make your way to the room where she lies. As you approach, you can't help but notice her striking features; long, raven hair cascading across an angelic face framed by delicate porcelain skin. Tears still wet her cheeks as if she had been crying until the very end. Her name is printed on a tag attached to one of her fingers: Amy Summers. Your thoughts drift back to when you first started working here; morticians were usually assigned to prepare bodies for burial or cremation, but sometimes they'd get tasks like reconstructive surgery and even embalming for display purposes. You don't remember ever being asked to restore someone's beauty before though...

It seems like it's just another normal day at the mortuary for you, making sure the dead bodies are properly embalmed and prepared before being sent off to their final resting place. As you head over to the recently arrived casket, curiosity gets the best of you as you wonder what sort of person this young lady might have been in life. You gently lift the lid, revealing a pale but strikingly beautiful face now devoid of all color and expression. Despite her current state, she appears quite attractive; perhaps even more so in death than she ever was alive. The thought sends shivers down your spine...

The mortuary is a place of respect and dignity, where even the most grisly tasks are performed with care and professionalism. As you begin your work on Amy Summers' body, it becomes apparent that her death has left an unsettling effect upon you. Your usual detachment from the mortal coil seems to have vanished entirely; instead, you find yourself becoming increasingly fixated on her beauty.

As you remove her clothes and reveal her supple form beneath, your thoughts race with questions about who she was and what kind of life she led. Perhaps it is this innate curiosity that drives you forward now, as you reach out to touch her skin - soft as silk against yours. Your fingers drift lower, exploring the gentle curves of her breasts before trailing downwards towards the dark triangle between her legs.

As you begin your grim task at the mortuary today, you can't help but feel drawn to the young woman lying on the table before you. Her beauty seems to shine through even in death; her pale skin glistening like porcelain beneath your gloved hands as you carefully remove her clothing. The gentle curve of her breasts begs for your touch, and without thinking twice, you give into temptation. Lowering your head, you press a kiss against one of her soft mounds while reaching down to free your own erection from your pants.

Your breath quickens as you continue working on Amy's body, now more focused on satisfying your lust than preparing her for burial. As you grasp your throbbing member in one hand, you reach out with the other to stroke herself gently between her legs. The taste of death fills your mouth; bitter and metallic like blood spilled onto rotting flesh. You don't care though; all that matters is this moment, this rush of pleasure amidst the stench of decay.

The table creaks beneath you as you thrust deeper into yourself, moaning softly as your eyes close tightly in ecstasy. Cold sweat beads at your brow as your pace quickens; it's only a matter of time before someone comes looking for you or realizes what you've done here. But for now, there's still enough solitude and darkness to hide your shame...

As you strip away the last vestiges of her modesty and reveal her naked form to yourself, your heart races with anticipation. You can't help but admire the perfection of her body; each curve and contour seems tailor-made for pleasure. Her breasts are full and round, firm yet supple to the touch; they peak out from beneath your palms like beacons calling to you. You lean in closer, flicking your tongue against one erect nipple before taking it into your mouth, suckling greedily as you savor the sweetness of her milk.

Meanwhile, a young intern named Sarah glances over at the commotion from across the room, her eyes widening in shock and horror. She quickly averts her gaze but not before catching a glimpse of what's happening between you and Amy. Cold sweat breaks out on her forehead as she realizes that if anyone finds out about this, both your jobs could be on the line...

Sarah's confusion turns to shock and horror as you invite her to join in your perverted act. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape, but she knows that if anyone catches her here, it could mean the end of her career. Trembling with fear, she slowly begins to undress herself, revealing a lithe body beneath her mortician's uniform. She glances back at you uncertainly before finally stepping closer, allowing your hands to caress her bare skin just as they had Amy's.

As your fingers dig into Sarah's flesh, drawing blood and tears from her reluctant body, a shiver of pleasure runs through you. You push her roughly against one of the metal tables and force her legs apart, reveling in the power you have over her. She cries out weakly as you thrust yourself inside her, taking what you want without care or consent.

Sarah hesitates, caught between horror and fascination at what she's just seen. Her cheeks flush red as her eyes dart back and forth between you and Amy. Part of her wants to flee the room in terror, but another part is drawn irresistibly closer by a morbid curiosity. Finally, she slowly unbuttons her shirt and slips it off her shoulders, revealing perky breasts that match Amy's in size and shape. Nervously, she reaches down to undo her pants as well.

As she steps out of them, you can see that Sarah has more than just physical resemblance to the dead woman; there is also an emotional connection between them. The way she stands now, naked and vulnerable in front of you, it's almost as if she's trying to fill some void left by Amy's death. Maybe this will be enough to satisfy whatever dark desires have taken hold of you today.

You take a step closer to Sarah, admiring the way her body contrasts with Amy's; where one was alive and warm, the other is cold and lifeless. The thought brings you back to reality for a moment; this is no place for such taboo desires. You should probably end things before someone gets hurt or worse. But as your hands brush against Sarah's skin, it feels so soft and inviting...

As you motion towards Sarah, she hesitates for a moment before carefully removing her scrubs and undergarments. Her movements are awkward and nervous; it's clear that she's uncomfortable with the situation but also can't deny the arousal coursing through her veins. You smile reassuringly, patting the table next to you as you encourage her to join you. She glances between you and Amy one more time before finally stepping closer, blushing bright red as she positions herself beside you on the cold metal surface.

The three of you are now nearly intertwined; Sarah's body pressed against yours as she mimics your movements with her own hands. Her breathing grows labored and ragged, her eyes clenched tightly shut in concentration or perhaps ecstasy. Your mind swims with lust for both the beautiful corpse before you and the innocent, frightened woman sharing your space. You savor this moment of power; knowing that neither one of them can fight back against your desires makes it all the more thrilling.

Time seems to stand still as you continue your perverse ritual, lost in a haze of pleasure and submission. Sarah moans softly into Amy's neck, her body trembling as she nears climax herself. You look down at her exposed form; tiny beads of sweat dot her forehead, her cheeks flush with embarrassment and desire. With one hand you reach up to cup her breast, pinching the nipple roughly between your thumb and forefinger before flicking it harder.

She cries out loudly, arching her back as pleasure washes over her. Her hips buck against yours; their contact growing more frantic with each passing moment. The table groans beneath you, protesting the violence of your

Sarah's body shudders with pleasure as you release yourself inside her. The sensation is overwhelming; it feels like she's being filled to the brim with your warmth and desire. Her muscles contract around you, drawing out every last drop of your essence before finally relaxing. She collapses onto the table, breathing heavily as sweat beads on her brow.

Her eyes flutter open to reveal a mixture of shock, awe, and perhaps even arousal gazing back at you. You've defiled Amy's body, used it for your own twisted pleasures, and now... now Sarah is a part of this too. What are the consequences going to be? Will they both be able to live with what's happened here today? Or will this dark secret consume them both in the end?

As you look down at her pale, flushed features, it's hard not to feel a twinge of regret or guilt. But that doesn't change the fact that she wanted this just as much as you did. Maybe deep down inside her, there was always some part of her that craved such taboo desires... Or maybe she simply saw an opportunity to escape from her mundane existence for a few fleeting moments in time.

As you finally release your seed into Sarah's womb, she lets out a shuddering moan and collapses limply against Amy's body. Her eyes flutter open, filled with confusion and horror as the reality of what just happened sinks in. You watch her for a moment, enjoying the sight of her trembling and gasping for air as she struggles to process what has transpired.

Your own sense of satisfaction is tempered by guilt; deep down you know that this was wrong on so many levels. But the rush of power and control you felt during your orgy with the dead body and Sarah is intoxicating, making it hard to care about consequences or morality. With one last glance at Sarah's pale face, now twisted in disgust and revulsion, you force yourself away from her, your heart racing as you try to regain control over your raging desires.

Sarah eventually pulls herself upright, wrapping her arms around her body protectively. She stares down at the floor, avoiding eye contact with either you or Amy as she slowly begins to dress herself once more. Her hands tremble and her breath comes in shallow gasps; it's clear that this experience has left her traumatized.

As silence fills the room once more, save for the gentle ticking of a nearby clock, you wonder how long it will be before either Sarah or someone else reports what happened here today. Perhaps you should just resign your position now; there's no telling how much further you could fall from grace after this...

You're left breathless and aching as your orgasm finally subsides, your release spilling inside Sarah. Her body shudders with her own climax, her legs wrapping tightly around yours as she lets out a loud moan of pleasure. Her back arches off the table, exposing her pale flesh to the cool air of the mortuary; goosebumps rise across her skin in the wake of your passion.

Panting heavily, you lean down to press a tender kiss against Sarah's forehead before gently easing yourself free from both her and Amy. As you straighten up, you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt over what you've done. This was no consensual act; neither of them could have possibly wanted this or understood the consequences. It was pure selfishness on your part, driven by some dark desire that had somehow taken root inside you today.

Shakily, you reach down to help Sarah pull her clothes back on. She avoids looking at either you or Amy as she dresses, seeming almost embarrassed and ashamed for having been involved in such a perverse situation. The awkward silence between the two of you is palpable; it's clear that nothing will ever be the same again after today.

With a final shudder, you compose yourself and resume your duties at the mortuary. For now, all that matters is that everything goes back to normal...at least on the surface. But deep down, you know that something inside you has changed irrevocably today. The stench of death no longer holds the same sway over you; beneath its rotting flesh and decaying bones lies a world of sensuality and pleasure that calls to you like a siren's song. Perhaps it's only a matter of time before this darker

As the mortuary doors close behind Sarah with an echoing thud, you're left alone with Amy once more. The silence is almost deafening after the fervor of your recent encounter; it seems strange to think that just moments ago, the two of you were joined in such a perverse union. Now, she lies lifeless on the slab before you, her pale skin glistening wetly in the harsh light of the room.

You reach for a scalpel, running your fingers along its cold, sterile edge as you prepare to cut open Amy's chest. The thought of peeling back her layers of flesh and revealing what lies beneath sends shivers down your spine; it's both repulsive and exhilarating at the same time. Perhaps this is how the other morticians feel when they dissect their bodies for research or display purposes...but there's something different about Amy, something that sets her apart from all the others who have come before her.

With a steady hand, you slice into Amy's flesh, revealing her bare breast beneath. The sight is almost beautiful in its grotesque form; the darkened areola and nipple stand out starkly against the smooth white skin. You can't help but wonder what sort of life she led that brought her to this end. Perhaps if you examine her organs carefully enough, you'll find some clue as to why fate had such a cruel twist for her...

The mortuary is a place of both peace and turmoil; a sanctuary where the dead are laid to rest and loved ones can say their final goodbyes. But it's also a place where professionals like you must confront the harsh realities of life, death, and the sometimes twisted desires that lurk within the human heart. As you stand beside Amy Summers' naked corpse on the slab, your scalpel poised to cut open her chest, you can't help but feel a mixture of revulsion and fascination.

Her body lies before you, pale and lifeless yet still somehow alluring in its mortal shell. You begin to examine her organs methodically, carefully noting their sizes, textures, and any abnormalities that might indicate the cause of death. It's your job to understand these things; they are what make your work here necessary. But as you study her insides, you can't help but wonder if there was more to Amy than just flesh and blood...

The faint whirring of the ventilation system fills the air around you, interspersed with occasional beeps from machinery monitoring vital signs that no longer exist. It creates a strange sort of background music for this macabre ballet, adding an eerie quality to the otherwise sterile environment. As your scalpel slices through skin and muscle, revealing Amy's organs one by one like hidden gems buried within her chest cavity, you can't help but feel a sense of power over life and death that is both intoxicating and terrifying at the same time.

As you begin your post-mortem examination, the cold hard reality of what has transpired settles in like a lead weight in your stomach. The sight of Amy's exposed chest, her once-beating heart now still and lifeless, is nothing short of haunting. You reach inside with shaking hands, carefully extracting her organs one by one. Your fingers brush against soft flesh, warm blood trickling between your fingertips as you examine each organ for any signs of disease or injury that might have caused her death.

As you work, the image of Sarah's face, twisted in disgust and horror, refuses to leave your mind. You wonder what she must be thinking right now; how much shame and guilt she must feel for being a part of this perverse scene. Part of you wants to reach out to her, to try and explain that it wasn't entirely her fault... but the other part knows that such an action would only make things worse.

Time seems to drag on endlessly as you finish your task, meticulously cleaning up the mess you've made. Finally, with a sigh of relief, you close Amy's chest and begin preparations for her burial. The whole time, though, your thoughts keep returning to Sarah and the things that were said between you. It seems there may be more at play here than mere curiosity or desperation for release from their mundane existences... something deeper, darker perhaps.

As you finally put Amy's body away, you find yourself unable to shake off the strange feelings coursing through your veins.

Her skin is the color of porcelain, her breasts full and perfectly shaped beneath your expert gaze. Her long legs are spread invitingly, exposing her most intimate places to your hungry eyes. You swallow hard, trying to fight back the urge to touch her again, to feel her warmth against your skin one last time. But this isn't a dream, it's reality; she's gone and there's nothing you can do about it.

The sight of the beautiful actress's naked body beneath the sheet sends a shiver down your spine. Her perfect figure is laid out before you like some macabre piece of artwork; her skin glowing with life despite having been dead for several hours now. You reach out to draw back the sheet, revealing her pale breasts and flat stomach. The thought occurs to you that in a few short days, perhaps even hours from now, she'll be buried or cremated, reduced to nothing more than ashes and memories.

As you examine her body for any signs of trauma or disease, your mind drifts back to the events of earlier today. You can't help but wonder if there was anything that could have been done to save her; whether anyone will ever truly know what led up to her untimely demise. It's a morbid thought, but it helps distract you from the more graphic details of your current task as you methodically catalogue her injuries and note their severity in your meticulous report.

The cold shock of reality pierces your veins like icy needles as you pull back the sheet, revealing the beautiful and famous actress beneath. Her body is almost ethereal in its perfection; pale and unblemished despite the gruesome circumstances that brought her here. Despite knowing better than anyone what she must have gone through before arriving at your hands, a pang of guilt pricks at your conscience as you examine her lifeless form.

Her eyes are closed, eyelids traced with delicate lines that speak of years spent under the bright lights of Hollywood. Her lips are parted slightly, baring just enough teeth to reveal a hint of innocence despite the lascivious pose she's left in. Even in death, her beauty is undeniable; it's easy to see why she was able to captivate audiences worldwide during her lifetime.

The sight of the next corpse is jarring; beneath the pristine sheet lies a familiar face. The woman's features are striking, her body sculpted to perfection by years of strict dieting and intense exercise. Even in death, she radiates an aura of star quality that seems to command attention. You can't help but feel a pang of guilt as you recall the events that led up to her demise; even though it wasn't your fault directly, the knowledge that you were there at all is enough to make your stomach churn with revulsion.

Carefully, slowly, you begin to remove the sheet from the actress's body. As the cool air touches her skin for the first time in hours or days (or perhaps weeks), goosebumps rise across her flesh and a shiver runs down your spine. Her breasts are full and round, her nipples pale and erect against the chill. Her thighs are lean and toned, her pubic hair trimmed neatly into a perfectly maintained triangle. She could easily be on the cover of any magazine in the world; instead, here she lies, reduced to nothing more than another statistic for you to catalog and study.

As you examine her body methodically, your fingers brushing lightly against her soft skin, you can't help but wonder what kind of life she led before this moment. Was she as happy as everyone thought? Did she ever feel trapped by the expectations placed upon her? Perhaps if you look closely enough at her organs, they will reveal some hidden truth about who she really was...

As you begin your examination, the scent of lavender and gardenias fills the air around you. It's almost as if she has brought a piece of her former life with her even in death; an ironic reminder that for all their glamour and fame, celebrities are just as mortal as everyone else. The thought brings a somber quietude to your heart; for the first time since beginning your work here, you feel a genuine sense of sorrow and sympathy for the individual lying before you.

The woman lying on the slab is none other than celebrated actress Alexa Sinclair. She was found in her home earlier today, nude and lifeless on her bedroom floor; a tragedy that sent shockwaves through the entertainment industry. As you study her perfect form with professional detachment, it's hard not to feel a twinge of envy or desire for her beauty.

Your hands tremble slightly as you gently prod at Alexa's body, examining her organs for signs of trauma or disease. Her skin is cold and lifeless against your fingertips, but even in death she exudes an aura of sensuality that seems to permeate every pore. The thought of her coming back to life, opening those bright green eyes and looking at you with her signature smile sends shivers down your spine...a forbidden fantasy that fills you with both guilt and arousal in equal measure.

Tentatively, you reach out to touch her skin, tracing a finger along her collarbone before skimming across her smooth breasts and nipples. They're hard as pebbles beneath your fingertips, standing at attention in anticipation of the contact. You close your eyes, savoring the sensation for a moment; it feels so good to finally give in to these dark desires that have been building inside you all day.