Thanatos stares … and stares, and it would be fucking rude except this horseman clearly has never come face-to-face with boobs. “What are you doing?” he echoes, but his voice has roughened. Breasts are, apparently, his undoing. I grab his other hand, bringing the two of them over his head. I lean forward as I do so until The Girls are up close and personal with Thanatos. Did I plan on distracting Death with my tits today? No. Will I take it? Yes.
