Send ‘rough touch’ and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
7. Your muse grips my muse’s hips.
A quiet noise of irritation left Joe’s throat, eyes rolling as his “instructor” stepped behind him, hands falling on his waist and nudging him to the right by a fraction of an inch.
“With such a small space of difference, I don’t see how it could possibly matter.” A sigh left him as he stood straight, lowering the rapier while Teodor came to stand in front of him, silver eyes on the officer.
“I do appreciate you honouring my request of teaching me to fence, but I’m starting to think that I’m not patient enough for it.”