( .: setting: Arthur arrived at camp just a few hours ago before your muse finds him. When they meet, he's already enjoying the toga party with some wine and a random twink (npc) sucking him off. :. )
To say Arthur was already getting comfortable at camp would be an understatement. He'd been made aware of the party almost as soon as he arrived, and knew immediately he couldn't have picked a better time to make his way back to what he felt was his second home. He didn't bother unpacking his things, leaving them at the cabin, in what would become his bedroom for the summer. Then, he made his way out, wearing only what he felt was the appropriate attire for the party. A simple toga to fit with the theme, and absolutely nothing underneath it.
A few minutes were all the time Arthur needed before finding himself a place to sit down, a mess of cushions and fabrics into which he could sink and enjoy a drink. And another couple of minutes passed until some random - and possibly drunk - young man made his way towards him and was invited by the Anderson boy to bury himself between his strong legs, quickly beginning to swallow him whole through loud and wet noises. Arthur didn't even bother asking for his name, he didn't care for it. With a cup of wine in hand, and a hungry slut on his cock, Arthur felt right at home while he watched as the other campers were enjoying the party just as he was.





















