They always come to him wrapped in ribbons: men, women, that one time with the ice sculpture. The man placed behind him underneath the chandelier has been wrapped well in an abundance of red ribbon, and as he begins to unravel him, feeling more and more aroused, what he finds at the center is not entirely what he expected.
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