Contributed by: crack/fluff-meister steshin
After that last remark, Sheryl Nome stomped past a dumbfounded Alto and slammed the door so hard that the ornaments on the wall trembled.
Alone in the rosy, silky, and nauseating Ocean breeze and Vanilla scented room; Alto sighed. He sat down on the foot of the bed and started to open the box of condoms.
"Nice going, hime," Alto muttered, "now she's gonna take out the dominatrix leather."
He heard the crack of a whip.
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A smirk.
"Kinky..."