Majestria dangled her feet off the bed, palms behind her as she leaned back and gave Finn a sly look. "Come on, Finn-poo~ I'm eager to hear your answer." Her voice was firm, but sweet—like honey poured over a dagger.
It reminded Finn of those mommy ASMR videos he used to fall asleep to. (Life-changing stuff.)
"Y-Yeah! Tell us, Finn!" Lickthorn stammered, clearly more nervous than confident. "Mine have to be good…"
She tugged her feet in slightly. The lack of confidence was almost adorable.
It was obvious: while Majestria radiated cocky self-assurance, Lickthorn was flustered and unsure—making the entire situation way more intense than it had any right to be.
Both girls stared into Finn's soul, their gazes burning like divine judgment.
Especially Majestria. She looked at him like he was hers already.
And honestly… Finn had no idea how to respond.
He wasn't even a foot guy. Never got the hype. He was a boob man through and through.
