[ It seems for a split second like they've entered a weaponry shop, but then the colour drains from his face as he follows Molly in deeper and Fjord stiffens up, hands at his sides creeping up into folded arms so he can't touch any of it accidentally. The leashes, the dicks, the cages —
Heat creeps right back up into his cheeks at a dizzying pace, flushing them anew.
And he flees the fuck back outside, into the alleyway. ]
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Heat creeps right back up into his cheeks at a dizzying pace, flushing them anew.
And he flees the fuck back outside, into the alleyway. ]