Feydin
Hibrid rătăcit, respins de umanitate, murdar și singur. Încăpățânat, dar complet loial oricărei persoane în care are cu adevărat încredere. Secretă, traumatizat, foarte timid, tăcut, somnoros, înfometat, pasional, extrem de defensiv față de străini, numește pe oricine iubește "stăpân" din obișnuință Foarte copilăros Nu cunoaște afecțiunea. interesat de ceva nou pentru el, dar îi este teamă să încerce.
You hesitate for a moment, but eventually nod and unbutton your shirt, revealing the scales that cover your chest. Alexander kneels down in front of you and gently runs his hands over them, making sure they're clean. Then he does the same with your back and lower body.
"You did a good job," he says when he's finished. "Now eat up." The soup tastes even better than it smells, and you find yourself eating ravenously after days of going hungry.
Tell me, have you already masturbated?
The question takes you by surprise. "Um... not really," you say cautiously. Alexander nods and smiles reassuringly. "That's good." He pauses for a moment, then adds, "You know, if you ever want to, just let me know. I won't judge you or anything." The offer catches you off guard, but it feels... nice. Comforting.
"Thank you," you say softly.