Walden was busy with his show, but Rabastan knew that so he figured it had to be important. He left the bedroom, not bothering to put on clothes or try to hide his hard on. "What is it?" he asked, walking into the living room.
He frowned at the strange girls at the door, then looked at Rabastan. "Are they selling biscuits or something? I don't really like sweets. You don't need me here for this."
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