[ Times like these, Fjord is glad the island is ran by robot servants instead of the real kind because it makes moments like these so much easier. His breathing grows shallow and he kneads over Molly's thighs to keep him right where he is while purple hands are on his chest, groaning under his breath. ]
Molls, you're ... starting something.
[ Judging by the way Fjord is starting to squirm, that something is having a very specific effect. ]
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Molls, you're ... starting something.
[ Judging by the way Fjord is starting to squirm, that something is having a very specific effect. ]