That is the name of the game here, as I'm sure you've been informed. [ Kleken isn't someone he's met before, but even if he's a new arrival, his watch has probably clued him into how this place operates. It did for J when the demon was brought to the resort. ]
We're all here to lay our eyes, hands and various orifices upon as many dicks as possible.
Or whatever other scandalous anatomy floats your boat. [ There are plenty of naughty possibilities to engage with to gain cards, but he won't bore Kleken by listing the obvious options. He also fails to get too detailed about the stickier rules required to play Game 52, like the fact Wildcards don't count toward adding to someone's deck. Still, there are other reasons to inspire the pursuit of a happy ending. One such motivating factor is the threat of being tied to a Fuck Pillory if he doesn't get a cup of someone's swimmers.
It doesn't take long to notice Kleken isn't in any hurry to drop trou and is potentially trying to stall with the mundane line of questioning. J smirks at that revelation to expose a fang or two within his toothy grin. ]
Instead of waiting for a striptease, should I treat this as Christmas in July and get to unwrapping you myself? [ To emphasize that he's willing to do the heavy lifting if it gets rid of the swimsuit interfering with his task, J leans forward to slip a finger under the bow made by Kleken's swimsuit strings. ]
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We're all here to lay our eyes, hands and various orifices upon as many dicks as possible.
Or whatever other scandalous anatomy floats your boat. [ There are plenty of naughty possibilities to engage with to gain cards, but he won't bore Kleken by listing the obvious options. He also fails to get too detailed about the stickier rules required to play Game 52, like the fact Wildcards don't count toward adding to someone's deck. Still, there are other reasons to inspire the pursuit of a happy ending. One such motivating factor is the threat of being tied to a Fuck Pillory if he doesn't get a cup of someone's swimmers.
It doesn't take long to notice Kleken isn't in any hurry to drop trou and is potentially trying to stall with the mundane line of questioning. J smirks at that revelation to expose a fang or two within his toothy grin. ]
Instead of waiting for a striptease, should I treat this as Christmas in July and get to unwrapping you myself? [ To emphasize that he's willing to do the heavy lifting if it gets rid of the swimsuit interfering with his task, J leans forward to slip a finger under the bow made by Kleken's swimsuit strings. ]