[A cozy nook, just to the occupant's size and preference - a domicile is always a window into the person occupying it, but those with rank at the Resort live in rooms flush with their personalities. Charlie wraps a crooked knuckle on the desk.
He'll explore it later.
With the scratch of chair legs against the floor, he rises to heed the beckoning gesture. The only easy chance he'll get to explore the bed hovel is when fucking.] You really are tryin' to spoil me, eh?
[He reaches the bed and leans onto it, one knee pressed into the plush mattress.] I'm gonna take advantage of that, you know. [Coy, as if he's admitting to a vice of carnal pleasure and not a warning of his opportunistic nature.] Take your shirt off. [Time to see how far he can take this.]
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He'll explore it later.
With the scratch of chair legs against the floor, he rises to heed the beckoning gesture. The only easy chance he'll get to explore the bed hovel is when fucking.] You really are tryin' to spoil me, eh?
[He reaches the bed and leans onto it, one knee pressed into the plush mattress.] I'm gonna take advantage of that, you know. [Coy, as if he's admitting to a vice of carnal pleasure and not a warning of his opportunistic nature.] Take your shirt off. [Time to see how far he can take this.]