only shooting stars break the mold

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words Frowning with wicked amusement as the hybrid leaned away from his own offering, the deity tutted beneath their breath. "You've brought me something that you recoil from. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Some might call that a bit insincere." They warned, before shaking their head. "Oh no poppet. I don't sell myself at all, short or otherwise. None could afford my price." Raising a brow at this, the dildo disappeared leaving in its place Frey's much more impressive erection. Folding their arms across their chest they looked down at Oliver with a disappointed gaze. "What about me makes you think I'm here to be your own personal sex how-to guide, mm? You bring me a bit of wood not fit to fuck a bagel with and then offer yourself like a bit of molding clay?"