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| Kyro's Looks in the suit in disgust. |
(Suggestive themes CW)
The dance was smooth, the courtship was smooth, yet The casting couch could not care, she owned this arranged marriage. A meeting had to be made in Asheals office.
Ky said, a costume skimpier than his casual sleepwear being held in confusion. He began to question the romance. It's a strings costume, done live during meal prep.
“Yes, the board of investors, hungry as they are.”
“Only in front of Asheal!” Ky said.
“Yeah, this part of the contract of your reanimation” Asheal said in response, trying to mediate.
Ky could not contain his anger as he refused
“Really? Could you argue for what we stand for? Blurring the synapses and making the rot, this bigorexia of your veiled under some nebulous placebo? I don't know what sex positivity this is if it's so degrading.”
“It's a bit of a rom com escalation with all the a-b testing. The wisp board attention flows all the crowding there. They want it.” Castile said.
Ky squeezed his brow.
“They can shove that wisp testing right up there-”
“Will you do it, do it for me?” Asheal interrupted, Castelle noted, a smile going up.
“No. You perfected me as it is. Made this sexualized monster made for money shots and comedy.”
Castelle brought up her trump card the best one.
“You'll be out of your examination pod, you'll be able to sleep with Asheal.”
“No! Shove it you dirty seater! Not in the mood.”
Ky exited, Asheal shouted.
“Kyros!!”
He was gone.
“Well well Ash, could you clean up this mess?” Castelle said. "Or I'll deal with it."
Aheal is worried.