Kurt stalwartly ignores the buzzing in their pocket, the group chat going bananas, messages of support and jealousy and teasing, both good-natured and not, flooding in throughout the tour. They can’t believe Ginger tattled. Kurt hasn’t even slept with the man yet! She could’ve at least waited until they had! Slut’s honor!
For right now, they don’t have a choice but to let the texts and tags pour in. Molloy is inspecting their room, standing very close to them, a pinched look of concentration on his face. Kurt doesn’t want to miss a second of this by worrying about what some whores are saying about them.
“The closet space is excellent, sir,” they say, taking a couple steps to the wooden wardrobe. “We cleaned out a furniture manufacturer’s liquidation sale for these. Solid wood, lacquered, ornate but practical, space even for a floor-length nightgown.“
Their fingers close around the handle of the closet door, hesitating. “I would love to show you the interior, sir, but… um, this is actually my room?” The admission comes with a soft flush of color across their nose, spreading over their cheek. They grin, lopsided and embarrassed.
“I have all my stuff in here, and… if you don’t mind, sir, I’d like to keep some things private.” Namely the fetish gear and shiny latex dresses and kinky leather harnesses that hang inside, alongside their streaming gear and more… elaborate sex toys. It’s kinda hard to store a Sybian.
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For right now, they don’t have a choice but to let the texts and tags pour in. Molloy is inspecting their room, standing very close to them, a pinched look of concentration on his face. Kurt doesn’t want to miss a second of this by worrying about what some whores are saying about them.
“The closet space is excellent, sir,” they say, taking a couple steps to the wooden wardrobe. “We cleaned out a furniture manufacturer’s liquidation sale for these. Solid wood, lacquered, ornate but practical, space even for a floor-length nightgown.“
Their fingers close around the handle of the closet door, hesitating. “I would love to show you the interior, sir, but… um, this is actually my room?” The admission comes with a soft flush of color across their nose, spreading over their cheek. They grin, lopsided and embarrassed.
“I have all my stuff in here, and… if you don’t mind, sir, I’d like to keep some things private.” Namely the fetish gear and shiny latex dresses and kinky leather harnesses that hang inside, alongside their streaming gear and more… elaborate sex toys. It’s kinda hard to store a Sybian.