“I think you’re ready for level four,” he commended. “What’s the theme of level four?” she questioned. “Gluttony.” He enunciated the word with flair. “There’s this whole bit with collars and chains… you wouldn’t happen to enjoy being choked, would you?” She spluttered a bit. “I—” “I’m kidding, angel,” he snorted. “But if you ever get curious, I’m always game to try anything.”
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