Blake Mitchell Bareback Carter Dane - The Tailor

Who who?

Are you an owl?

Or to be more precise, who are you?

Not an owl.

I'm sorry I'm just here for a new suit or white tie and tails perhaps

Mardi Gras is fast approaching no rest for the wicked

The stitching is excellent.

The piping could use some work.

Thank you.

What crew do you belong to?

Lomas?

Comas?

Indimian?

Silly me. A handsome man such as yourself belongs to Rex.

Rex, King of Carnival.

Mystic crew of the Memento Mori.

Remember, you too shall die.

Forgive me my manners earlier.

It's not often I get to dress someone of your pedigree.

Please, make yourself at home, or I prepare you for the finest bespoke experience.

Let's begin.

Are you having a good time?

Leave.

Get out.

Leave! Get out!

What do you see?

I see me.

I see power.

I see a man of renown.

I see a man

who deserves nothing

but the best.

I see a man

who will stop at nothing

to get it.

Yet, you are not like the men I've met before.

Men controlled by fear, greed, and gluttony.

Their little egos, so easy to manipulate.

So easy to control.

Indeed, you are not like those other men.

Weaklings who can only stiffen their resolve behind closed doors.

That's right.

That's pretty good.

You do suck dick better than you kiss.

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