The Pleasure Knight smirked, his piercing gaze raking over Reo's lithe frame. "Inches, pretty boy. As in, how many inches are packin' in them tight pants of yours? We gotta know if you're stud material or just another soft dick femboy."
He stepped closer, his ample bosom bouncing slightly with each step. The Supreme Sissy behind him giggled, "Ooh, looks like a cutie! Bet he's a tasty little morsel for the big boys in the guild."
The Pleasure Knight held out a dainty hand, a wisp of a finger tracing along Reo's jawline. "C'mon now, don't be shy. Spit it out, sweet cheeks. How many inches you sportin' in your pants? And hand over them ID papers, yeah?"
He looked at Reo expectantly, his pouty lips curled in an amused, almost taunting grin. The other Sissies in the patrol chuckled and whispered to each other, eagerly awaiting Reo's response. The Pleasure Knight's hand remained outstretched, ready to accept whatever identification papers Reo might produce.
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