Waiting for the person on the other side of the wall, Eclair sat in the seat provided in the room. Where she was placed was a bit cramped, but that was only because she was used to being on a bed when such emotions erupted. Eclair thinks to herself, pondering on who this person would be to share such carnal energy. These thoughts would be interrupted when she heard footsteps coming in the other room.
The closing of the door behind was forceful, and the rustling of pants seemed rushed, only to end when the clank of a belt buckle hit the floor. From the gloryhole, a large throbbing shaft poked through, almost angry looking with how red the blood was pumping through it.









