Eight Botch - Locked to guuruguuru

[backseat_dragon]

-The doors were locked. The windows were indestructable. The food was... Well it was actually quite delicious. And his tux was well fitted? But he seemed to be desperately trying to not stare at Rorona. And for good reason! He was a gentleman, damnit! Curse this terrible luck...-Hey, Rorona... you ever get the feeling the town is trying to rush you

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[guuruguuru]

[Sort of tugging at the dress she's found herself in...] Did Master dress me in my sleep again....?

[Oh, right, someone's asking her something.]

Huh? I dunno... what do you mean?

[backseat_dragon]

W-wait, your master dresses you in your sleep? In stuff like that?!

[guuruguuru]

Well, sometimes she tried to force me into outfits like this... or ones with less, um...

[backseat_dragon]

That is... sincerely creepy, Rorona. Seriously. You should probably not let her do that, but if she's doing it in your sleep...

-And then the mental images... The mental images that both are both arousing and incredibly shameful. He immediately starts coughing.-

A-anyways, uh... I don't think they'll let us out.