I Guess So?

There is a look of visible confusion on my face (that I am sure by the way he is smirking is hilarious) as I process the argument that my new friend has put forward. He isn't wrong, we both know I don't like guys and that nothing will happen. And it does feel kinda nice to keep getting complimented on my looks, even if those compliments are coming from a 6'3 tower of black manly muscle (I've definitely drank too much to be saying that in my head). Plus I did come here for half price drinks and have only had to pay for 3 all night.

Fuck it, he's right. I need to just let it go and accept the compliments.

"Yeh, yeh." I nod having left my mind palace and returned to the real world "That does make sense. And it is so nice that someone is appreciating my body as it is. Thanks man"

"Nice baby, see I knew your masculinity wasn't fragile enough to not be able to handle compliments from guys." He responds, seemingly delighted with my answer "And you are perfect princess, you body is just fine as fuck. Seriously if you were straight baby.... ah the things I would do."

I can feel him adjust his position as his words come out, his voice gradually getting a little raspier towards the end. His grip around me tightening as he continues to speak.

"Mmm yeh pretty boy the things I would you do to you."