[ It’s honestly a bit embarrassing, being forced to feed an older man like he was a child, especially when the man tugs at his belt and he finds himself in the guest’s lap. The man’s arm snakes around his waist, holding him close and keeping him from pulling away, and his breath hitches as the man’s hand squeezes his hip.
Hand cramping, indeed.
Still, he keeps his smile on throughout, continuing to feed the old man. He glances over where Tary is massaging the other guest’s shoulders, glad that he hasn’t had to do anything as demeaning yet.
Though he had a feeling it was only a matter of time. ]
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Hand cramping, indeed.
Still, he keeps his smile on throughout, continuing to feed the old man. He glances over where Tary is massaging the other guest’s shoulders, glad that he hasn’t had to do anything as demeaning yet.
Though he had a feeling it was only a matter of time. ]