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as long as you're not a burger you're probably fine

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jwu why is the fairy whore and the fat dragon invading hex's stream?

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There was this thing clients did with their eyes whenever they first saw him. Undress him with their gaze. Look at him like he was something to be eaten.

Tonight’s garment had been a robe, silky and translucent to the touch, which suggested he wore nothing underneath. His pale hair had been the crowning glory. Madame had brushed a comb through it, pulling out the tangles and anointing him with sweet-smelling oils in all his private places.

Hex understood. That meant there was more than one.

There were more of them than he expected when he’d entered the room. They did that thing that all the clients did, where they were clearly mentally undressing him. It went like that with each of them, with this group of – nine? ten? That was too many! – men, only it was just a reminder that he didn’t have a choice. They weren't even attractive, not the kind he could at least think he’d enjoy opening his legs for.

Hex stood there, waiting.

It never got any less strange, the sensation of several pairs of eyes running up and down his form, even after all this time. Then they asked him to strip. He kept looking ahead into nothing, as he undid the clasps of the dress at the back of his neck, as it slunk into a pool of cloth at his feet and his skin was bared to the cool air.

They kept eyeing him like he was a shiny new toy, with his hands trembling and his hairs raising at the change in temperature. It seemed all the clients thought that this was a sign of his eagerness to be bedded, that he wanted them to ravish him.

Not the opposite. Fear.

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