Mustang has yet to learn the half of Vrenille's knowledge or his experience, and maybe when he does it will shock him. For now, though, that topic is still a fair ways off. What's probably abundantly clear is that Vrenille has lots of casual sex and not a stitch of shame about it. That's part of the reason why, now, he can so easily carry on without missing a beat, like the interval of the blowjob was as normal thing to do in a changing room as taking off one's shirt.

With a smile, he gives Mustang a good-natured swat on the hip, "Hell yeah we should finish shopping. I told these guys I was gonna buy you a whole outfit. Can't have you walking 'round the city in a paper dress in sub-zero weather."

That makes Mustang's initiative to take off the last pair of jeans spot on. There's still another pair for him to try, after all. And if those are no good then there are clerks waiting to serve them.

"What makes you think it's gonna be anywhere 'sides right here?" he teases as he watches the man move, cocking his head a little as he appreciates the view.

"I think the fellows out there on the shop floor'd probably enjoy the show too. Give 'em all a little bonus something to take home from work today, maybe jerk themselves off tonight to the image of you. I mean, letting you cum in my mouth's one thing, but you're gonna sound incredible with my cock in you. Not gonna be anyone in this whole shop who won't hear, won't know exactly what's happening to you."