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Part 1:
"No. Not interested. At all. Ever."
"You haven't even let me describe my newest accessory."
Alastor sighed dramatically. "Listen. I know how unreasonably proud you are of... switching out your sausages. But I've had the unfortunate pleasure of seeing the inside of his work briefcase"—he jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the fluffy pink dancer on the nightclub's main stage—"and so I can assure you, there is nothing you could have wired to your groin that is either novel to me or appealing to me. Enjoy your evening." Alastor spun on one foot and trotted off.
"It's a microphone."
Alastor stopped five steps away. "What kind."
Part 2:
“Would you look at this masterpiece! The granddaddy of the greatest microphones in the world. That elegant, dramatic design—"
"Ohhh god," Vox groaned, spreading his knees wider. "I seriously underestimated how hot this was going to be."
Alastor raised his head from between Vox's thighs to glower.
"Well?" Vox smirked. "Go on. Call me ‘granddaddy’ again.”
"You're making it very hard to get into this."
"Do you know what you're making ‘very hard’—"
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01 Oct 2025