Puppeteer: *smiles and grabs my cup*

X: *looks at him and wipes a little and puts it on his nose*

Puppeteer: *nods and walks to a table near a window*

X: *smirks and grabs the can, pulling away and looking to the side as I slowly spray some onto my chest where the lingerie showed*

Puppeteer: *smiles and looks around*

X: *smiles and grips his shirt gently* Mm~

Puppeteer: Oh how nice *looks at the person* White chocolate cappuccino.

X: *bites my lip and groans quietly*

Puppeteer: *hesitates and my mask appears back on as I walk in*

Puppeteer: *stops and looks*

X: *chuckles and tilts my head slightly*

Puppeteer: So, how much longer?

X: *smiles and holds out the can* Hmmm?

Puppeteer: *smiles and nods* Insanely weird

Puppeteer: Oh I love heels. You barely ever see me in anything else. Although I do like ankle boots without heels.

X: *chuckles and pulls my arms up* Hopefully you’ll like this too *sprays some onto his hair*

Puppeteer: *smiles* But I must admit. Their heels are splendid.

X: *smiles and hangs my arms over the back of the couch, hiding the whip cream* Like it?

Puppeteer: Ah. I’ve always leaned more on the gay side. Girls just seem...Too much.

X: *bites my lip and teleports onto his lap*