With a coy grin to Chris, Amnos takes a small handful of the cold cuts and munches them for a moment, turning back to examining the ropes and their fastening in the ceiling. He wipes his hand on his pant leg once the meat is gone, then tugs at one rope experimentally. Seems sound enough. With a satisfied not, he turns and starts to disrobe. He's not trying terribly hard to be sexy, but there's a familiarity to it of camping out and travel. A comfort in knowing Chris won't have any strange reaction to his nudity.
It'd be an odd time to do that now anyway.
He wonders, as he tosses his pants over a chair in the corner, if he should have made disrobing part of it. He usually does for Chastity, performing a saucy little dance or pretending to be one of those wild barbarian tribesfolk of the Ride. He hadn't thought of it for Chris but maybe he should have.
With a glance to his host, Amnos, shimmies out of his underclothes with a little more panache, purposely sliding them over his hips and ass maybe a bit more slowly, for show.
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It'd be an odd time to do that now anyway.
He wonders, as he tosses his pants over a chair in the corner, if he should have made disrobing part of it. He usually does for Chastity, performing a saucy little dance or pretending to be one of those wild barbarian tribesfolk of the Ride. He hadn't thought of it for Chris but maybe he should have.
With a glance to his host, Amnos, shimmies out of his underclothes with a little more panache, purposely sliding them over his hips and ass maybe a bit more slowly, for show.