Somebody can touch my arm if I want to let them touch it.
[ Admittedly, Ash doesn't desire sex. It's ruined his life, shaped his childhood. But that isn't something he's about to tell a stranger. Vrenille is able to 'admit' to his past because it was his choice. Admittedly, Ash knows that doesn't mean he didn't have to endure a bad client in order to eat that night. ]
I've had plenty of sex. You don't have to hate sex to not want a quota looming over your head. You like sex, but that doesn't mean you like being told who and when to have it with.
[ They get to choose the who, supposedly. It's still not something Ash is happy with.
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[ Admittedly, Ash doesn't desire sex. It's ruined his life, shaped his childhood. But that isn't something he's about to tell a stranger. Vrenille is able to 'admit' to his past because it was his choice. Admittedly, Ash knows that doesn't mean he didn't have to endure a bad client in order to eat that night. ]
I've had plenty of sex. You don't have to hate sex to not want a quota looming over your head. You like sex, but that doesn't mean you like being told who and when to have it with.
[ They get to choose the who, supposedly. It's still not something Ash is happy with.
He smirks. Another mask. ]
Worried about me?