[ He almost wants to turn around and flee back into the dressing room and not come back out. But Basch's words have his feet crossing the room to bring him to stand before him without him even thinking about it. Although his face is still twisted up in an expression of embarrassed shame and irritation that he's being put through this.
He's very much ignoring the flush spreading over his skin at the man's praise, determined to dismiss that as yet more shame and not a quiet pleasure at having pleased and satisfied the order he'd been given.
Instead, he busies himself eyeing the short chain suspiciously. ] Looks a little short to tie me back up. [ he really hopes that's not actually a leash, like the man had threatened... ]
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He's very much ignoring the flush spreading over his skin at the man's praise, determined to dismiss that as yet more shame and not a quiet pleasure at having pleased and satisfied the order he'd been given.
Instead, he busies himself eyeing the short chain suspiciously. ] Looks a little short to tie me back up. [ he really hopes that's not actually a leash, like the man had threatened... ]