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“Ah, my sweet honey pie. I don’t know if I have anything that I haven’t confessed about him. He’s so wonderful. I love him and his children so dearly...” 

“... Well.. Maybe he affects me more often than I’d like to admit.... Please don’t tell him... I don’t want him to be uncomfortable.”

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When Tortus goes to open his shop next, he'll find a disturbingly familiar face in the form of a mask sitting on his counter. Shaped like that of a hyena, four ruby red eyes painted on in a delicate fashion. White with dark brown stripes and marks. His beloved Elizabeth, turned into a mask. It radiated with a familiar energy and power, and smelled faintly of her perfume. Had this mask been made willingly? Was she alright? Who knows. But it was here, regardless.

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That wasn’t what he expected when he came downstairs this morning. Though, he supposed he wouldn’t have expected anything out of the ordinary. He had a barrier around his shop, and for anyone to enter, they had to know the workarounds. 

This didn’t seem like one of BEN’s pranks either. A faceless? Possibly. 

He set down his morning tea and leaned on the counter to study it. Tortus wanted to think it was crafted by some rather talented hands, but something felt... off. He couldn’t quite place it. With what happened yesterday, he really didn’t want to touch any more mysterious masks. However... had something happened to Elizabeth...

Drawing in another deep breath, he pooled his wary courage. The mask taken into his hands and he suddenly felt it. The power, the desire. It hit him like a lead weight. It was enough to nearly knock him off his feet. Tortus sat down to keep himself from falling over. He knew what he needed to do. He needed to put the mask down. He needed to leave it alone and find this out another way. Perhaps go to the Beaulac home. After all, someone had to know what this was about.

But he couldn’t stop staring at the mask. He hadn’t put it on yet, and he could feel its pull. It called to his cardinal desires. This wasn’t like Majora. This was... different. There wasn’t really a sense of chaos or anger. It was something animalistic. It coaxed at the perverse nature that that dwelled inside him. Coaxed and promised something more.

It took a second to find his will, and he finally put the mask away into one of his Pockets. He could sense it there, but it wouldn’t influence him from there. There was a more important matter to deal with. 

Tortus picked up his mug, locked the shop door, and opened a Pocket to the Beaulac Estate. 

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“Ah... Well. I can certainly give it my best shot.” Tortus took a moment to clear his throat and lower his voice to a calmer, sultry tone. 

“Well, Hello there. Do you want to relax? Are you stressed and looking for a special, once in a lifetime opportunity? Are you pent up, looking for relief from whatever shortcomings have you down? Well, then I have a deal for you.”

“Elizabeth Beaulac and her wonderful family and staff will help you release all your earthly worries. Her beautiful rustic bathhouse is just what you need. The lovely La Fosse Hyene is just the place for a hard-working adult to relax and enjoy friendly hospitality. Let the world-class staff take care of you. You won’t regret your stay. This place is for adults only. So drop off the children, and stop by. I highly recommend the special.” 

“G...Goodness... How did I do?” 

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“You’re face... You’re face is so cute when we are intimate...I almost lose myself each time.” 

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“Why don’t ye come back t’ bed? Ye aren’t gonna get any work done loike dat.” 

Tortus felt a shiver run up his spine. The humiliation almost completely forgotten and replaced. The temptation was great. Enough that he swallowed visibly. He should get back to work. He really should. He liked to keep a schedule when he was home. A majority of the week going towards working in the shop, and the few days dedicated to carving. Even with employees, he didn’t take a day off if he could help it. While this was embarrassing, it didn’t put him out of being able to work. A fresh set of clothes and he would be fine. 

And yet. 

There was a quiet whimper, soft, barely audible. He had looked away from Kettu toward the bedroom door. She was far too tempting. 

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“Aren’t ye cold?” Kettu worried about her increasingly underdressed fiancé...

M!A: Stripping Time (Ends When He’s Completely Naked) 3/3

“No... But then I suppose my comfort doesn’t matter.”