Some bonds aren't born — they're made.
And sometimes... they're paid for.
A twisted connection.
A strange contract.
A story that dares to cross the line
"The job is simple. You just have to be a dog."

When his father's company went bankrupt, Dale Jackson was in debt. As he wanders helplessly in the midst of the Great Depression, a strange proposal comes to him. Unable to pass up the opportunity to work for the Baskervilles, the richest man in New York, Dale finally accepts the offer.

"Dale, be a good dog."

'You're sounding like a good dog. I'm a man!'

Dale grew up in a conservative Puritan family. To him, Charlotte's demands seem absurd.

"Nice, aren't you? Lick it."

"Dogs don't wear clothes. I'll take it off."

"Dale, you're going to need a lot of training."

But Dale's body responds steadily to the woman's commands, and his consciousness, once immoral, sinks to the bottom.

'Charlotte... Break me even more,'

Not knowing where that dangerous play will end.