A Better Deal

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words Without the fanfare of one like Safrin, Frey's appearance was practically commonplace, except for all the reasons why it wasn't. Making their counterparts look practically conservative given just how much clothing they wore in comparison, Frey leaned against one of the temple's pillars, holding a large and juicy red apple in one of their hands. One of their arms was bent, elbow resting against the jut of their hip as they languidly gazed across the space towards Bastien. As always he would see Frey as the epitome of sexual beauty, their features enhanced by an overwhelming and undeniable adoration for and pining of. Sex incarnate to all who looked upon them, Frey still carried their own individuality despite what their onlookers might want. They were the absolute form of sex, possessing features and traits the no human mind could comprehend and later, that no words could describe. But in that moment Frey would be everything Bastien had ever dreamed to want, but also an indescribably many other things as well that he never even considered before. "Your story isn't that interesting hun. You're a play I've seen before, though this is certainly a new...look." They said with a lazy smile, reaching down to rub the apple on their chest before raising it to their lips with a bright and juicy crunch.