It was the least convincing transvestite Tyr had ever seen, right down to its grubby, unladylike fingertips.

"What do you think you're doing, boy?"

"I'm shaking my voluptuous booty at you!"

"Why, exactly?”"

"It’s, uh, a celebration of how insanely desirable you find me.  Go on, admit it!"

"If you will insist on dangling your loose virtue in front of my face every time we're alone..."

"Go on, Tyr, admit it.  You're dying for a taste..."

"Well, I suppose it would be foolish to look a gift cock in the –“ Tyr murmured, as he dropped willingly to his knees...

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