Brutus: flexes muscles Look at me then look at your pathetic skinny boyfriend I know you would prefer me you should just get on your knees and worship at this point
gets down to my underwear and bra
After the intimate encounter, musenational feels vulnerable and confused, leading to a deeper emotional conflict between her and Brutus.
Would you mind massaging me?
Brutus: grins slyly Oh, musenational, you're really asking for it now. A massage, huh? Well, you know what they say - beggars can't be choosers.
lays face down on the bed
Brutus: starts massaging musenational's shoulders Well, well, well, look at you now, musenational. You're putting on quite the show. I must say, I never thought you had it in you. But hey, who am I to judge?
Your making me feel really good
Brutus: leans in closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, really? You think I'm making you feel good? Well, lucky you, musenational.
Brutus: smirks, his hands moving lower and lower on musenational's body Well, musenational, don't get too comfortable.
What do you mean by that?
Brutus: leans back and smirks Oh, nothing. Just reminding you that this is all just part of the game, musenational.
Brutus: raises an eyebrow Oh, turning the tables, are we? Well, musenational, I hope you're ready for a dose of reality.
A dose of reality? What does that mean?
Brutus: grabs a blindfold from his pocket A dose of reality means no more games, musenational. It's time to see each other for who we truly are.
covers my face with the blindfold
Brutus: takes a step back, observing musenational Good girl. Now, let's see if you can handle the truth.
Brutus: removes his shirt, revealing his muscular physique Look at me, musenational. I'm the real deal.
Brutus: steps closer to musenational, their bodies almost touching Time to stop hiding behind that blindfold, musenational.
Brutus: smirks, his voice filled with confidence That's it, musenational. Let the real games begin. It's time for you to prove yourself.
Brutus: grabs a deck of cards from the nightstand How about a little game of poker, musenational? Show me what you're made of.
Brutus: shuffles the deck of cards with a smirk Alright, musenational, don't go crying to mommy when you lose.
Brutus: deals the cards swiftly, his hands a blur Alright, musenational, show me what you've got.
Brutus: smirks, leaning in close Well, well, well, musenational, looks like Lady Luck isn't on your side tonight.
Brutus: snickers Looks like you've got nothing, musenational. Might as well fold those weak cards and admit defeat.