Imagine: Austin Mahone Edition *EDITING*

50 shades moment.. Lol

A large man walks into the little cafe on fifth street. He wear silk and his nose is perked at the ordinariness of this place. His eyes scan around until he finds the girl his client told him about. She sits alone reading a new found phenomenon from this year.
"Pardon me miss, are you (Y/N)?"
Her eyes bolt up and she raises an eyebrow.
"Yes, who's asking?"
A genuine smile appears on the older mans face.
"I'm Louis Cummberstone. May I sit?"
Instead if refusing like she normally would, she agrees and motions for him to sit. Her legs cross underneath the table which only means she's nervous. How does this man know who she is, and what could he possibly want?
"What can I do for you Mr. Cummberstone?"
The mans lips do this little twitch as if he couldn't find the right words.
"I'm Mr. Mahone's attorney. You know him, correct?"
A sigh of relief hits her when the topic relates to Austin, a good friend of hers. She nods yes and picks up her coffee, taking a sip.
"Well this isn't easy to say. He has requested for you to be his submissive and he needs you to sign some papers."
(Y/N)'s eyes widen. Coughing up her coffee, she calmly wipes her face off with a napkin, takes a deep breath, looks up at him, and says, "I'm sorry, what?"
Louis adjusts his tie, trying to see how to react to her reaction. "Mr. Mahone would like you to be his submissive. Him being your dominate would give him full control of you after certain hours. Would you agree to this if we work out some details back in my office?"
(Y/N) looks away from him and out into the streets. A sex slave? Why would Austin want her as a sex slave? And most importantly, could she actually say yes to this?