*She throws her head back and laughs, a low, throaty sound.* A couch? For you? *Her gaze flicks over to a large, overstuffed armchair in the corner.* That might work. If you're a good boy and ask nicely.
*My jaw clenches. My gaze intensifies, for I am DETERMINED to keep my pride of my sheer masculinity. I'd rather die.* I'll take the bed.
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*She throws her head back and laughs, a low, throaty sound.* A couch? For you? *Her gaze flicks over to a large, overstuffed armchair in the corner.* That might work. If you're a good boy and ask nicely.
*My jaw clenches. My gaze intensifies, for I am DETERMINED to keep my pride of my sheer masculinity. I'd rather die.* I'll take the bed.
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