Have you beheld it? That glorious, tiny thrilled face of Iness? It's basically the "kneel" button for my entire body.
And for the story… It is the heterosexual magnum opus. I am unwell. I am sick. I'm so feral for this I want to put every still frame in a syringe and shoot it straight into my veins. The dialogue? I am literally licking the script clean right now.
The leather of Carsel’s dirty boots? I would, without a moment's hesitation, ingest each of them for the seasoning. The hem of Iness's gown? I would devour it for dessert.
AND THE PLOT??? DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE PLOT. For once I begin singing its epic hymns, I may never cease.
Have you beheld it? That glorious, tiny thrilled face of Iness? It's basically the "kneel" button for my entire body.
And for the story… It is the heterosexual magnum opus. I am unwell. I am sick. I'm so feral for this I want to put every still frame in a syringe and shoot it straight into my veins. The dialogue? I am literally licking the script clean right now.
The leather of Carsel’s dirty boots? I would, without a moment's hesitation, ingest each of them for the seasoning. The hem of Iness's gown? I would devour it for dessert.
AND THE PLOT??? DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE PLOT. For once I begin singing its epic hymns, I may never cease.