[Xiao Xingchen rifles through his "prizes" now strewn along the side of the bed, before pulling out a couple other items still in his sleeve. One of them feels like a large glove that two arms could fit inside. And the laces down the middle... is that how it tightens?
He tries to not look like he's trying to figure it out for too long, more out of his own impatience than anything. (Since when was he so unable to wait?)]
Only what's best for keeping you in place. Now lie on your front.
[The one in his hand even keeps his arms in place, unlike the cuffs, which feel like they allow too much freedom there.
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He tries to not look like he's trying to figure it out for too long, more out of his own impatience than anything. (Since when was he so unable to wait?)]
Only what's best for keeping you in place. Now lie on your front.
[The one in his hand even keeps his arms in place, unlike the cuffs, which feel like they allow too much freedom there.
Those can be used after he's done with this.]