“Well, I mean... shit. Don’t gotta be all bashful about it.”
Hank rubs the back of his neck. He didn’t expect someone to be graceful about his reluctance.
“The whole deal is” — Hank says this as if he’s an expert here, which is lightyears away from the truth — “I gotta use them. With someone. But that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s gotta be me who wears them, y’know?”
He waves his hand in the air awkwardly. Gesturing to said nipple clamps.
“Guess you should do your spin, though. Who knows, maybe you’ll get one of the actual prizes and not a... whatever.”
But then maybe their luck will be doubly bad instead, and they’ll both end up with something weird!
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“Well, I mean... shit. Don’t gotta be all bashful about it.”
Hank rubs the back of his neck. He didn’t expect someone to be graceful about his reluctance.
“The whole deal is” — Hank says this as if he’s an expert here, which is lightyears away from the truth — “I gotta use them. With someone. But that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s gotta be me who wears them, y’know?”
He waves his hand in the air awkwardly. Gesturing to said nipple clamps.
“Guess you should do your spin, though. Who knows, maybe you’ll get one of the actual prizes and not a... whatever.”
But then maybe their luck will be doubly bad instead, and they’ll both end up with something weird!