there's no innuendos,
it's exactly what you think
it's exactly what you think
Why hello there.
The crop is suddenly slapped against a palm—far harder than any mortal might reasonably enjoy (then again..)—as the deity appears, gazing down at the braided chords which have caused bright streaks of heat and light to appear across their palm. Appearing as the heightened physical incarnation of whatever—or whomever—it was that Hotaru found most attractive, the god would be completely without clothing, guilt, or self-consciousness.
"Handmade...useful...suggestive.." Again they slapped it against their palm and this time when they did, Hotaru would feel the braided chords trickling down her spine. "..what a thoughtful offering." With a smile as wicked as it was heat filled, the god would give Hotaru a pleased look.
The crop is suddenly slapped against a palm—far harder than any mortal might reasonably enjoy (then again..)—as the deity appears, gazing down at the braided chords which have caused bright streaks of heat and light to appear across their palm. Appearing as the heightened physical incarnation of whatever—or whomever—it was that Hotaru found most attractive, the god would be completely without clothing, guilt, or self-consciousness.
"Handmade...useful...suggestive.." Again they slapped it against their palm and this time when they did, Hotaru would feel the braided chords trickling down her spine. "..what a thoughtful offering." With a smile as wicked as it was heat filled, the god would give Hotaru a pleased look.
