[He casts an apologetic look at Gansey in return. Coming up with convincing lies on the spot isn't really something Noah's good at, unfortunately. This one is... halfway working at least, but it's also backfiring on him—on both of them—spectacularly. Arguing about whether they need an escort or not doesn't seem like a good idea though. It feels like he's already pushing his luck, so all he can do is duck his head and nod.
Then his shoulders slump in defeat as, following an impatient gesture from the guide, he sets off toward the bondage room. God... This is still better than what might have happened to Gansey otherwise, Noah thinks, but that doesn't make it not mortifying.
Though there's not much opportunity for talking on the way over, he manages a quick and quiet question:]
When did you get here-?
[The rope display isn't far. Inside the long gallery, artfully tied submissives dangle from the ceiling and pose on top of small platforms and plinths. Guests move among them, stopping now and then to do sketches or take photos, sometimes boldly reaching out to adjust a sub's positioning. It's a kaleidoscope of bright ropes and bare flesh.]
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Then his shoulders slump in defeat as, following an impatient gesture from the guide, he sets off toward the bondage room. God... This is still better than what might have happened to Gansey otherwise, Noah thinks, but that doesn't make it not mortifying.
Though there's not much opportunity for talking on the way over, he manages a quick and quiet question:]
When did you get here-?
[The rope display isn't far. Inside the long gallery, artfully tied submissives dangle from the ceiling and pose on top of small platforms and plinths. Guests move among them, stopping now and then to do sketches or take photos, sometimes boldly reaching out to adjust a sub's positioning. It's a kaleidoscope of bright ropes and bare flesh.]