Cronus grins, leaning in, a dorky cigarette hanging loosely from his teeth. He whispers such vulgar things into your ear. So offensive! I will not stand for—Aaah… No. You will not get pulled into it. He knee is grinding against your crotch, your lecturing thoughts drifting away. Soon you're pinned against the wall, a shiver running down your spine as his teeth nibble along your earlobe. Your breath hitches as he moves lower, dragging his teeth down your neck. Your eyes fall shut as he slips downwards. His teeth grasp the zipper of your jeans. Oh god. Oh god. Oh g—BAM! Porrim slams open the door, rage across her face. One glare at Cronus and he's scampering out of the room. Latula skates in giggling loudly and proceeds to fall on her face. You quickly gather yourself and storm out of the room, embarrassed to be seen caught up in such a VULGAR activity.