[ A likewise murmur of happy relaxation comes from Molly as he drapes himself on Fjord, hugging him while enjoying the heat of the bath. At the comment about the tail, the lavender tiefling laughs and sticks his forked tongue out near a pointed ear in a silly wiggle. ]
It comes bearing gifts.
[ He lifts his tail, showing the little bottle on a ribbon that was hidden by the spade. ]
Get yourself nice and relaxed, darling. I want my hands on you.
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It comes bearing gifts.
[ He lifts his tail, showing the little bottle on a ribbon that was hidden by the spade. ]
Get yourself nice and relaxed, darling. I want my hands on you.