Meh...let the professional do the work
From Create Your Own Story
The man stopped tearing when his eyes grew foggy and distant.
"I need to go to my room."
"Why?"
"Private business."
The man rushed to his room...while you followed after him far away while gradually tip toeing as if you intended to be seen...until you reached his door.
A blue hue was glowing through the door's crevices.
"The bet is off...there is nothing wrong with Thrawn."
"So we both are wrong?"
"It must had gotten to him too!"
"And you are usually the ones with paranoid delusions...come here to calm him please..."
"I will be right there...I need to do something first."
"Make it quick."
"I will." The blue faded away.
Moments later started to groan.
"That was supposed to be gentle!"
You barged in to see what was wrong...to see the unexpected?
He was fisting his own...balls with the pants still on until he looked at you as if he was caught red-handed.
The man smiled at you embarrassed while blushing rosey pinkish-red.
"Er...please knock..."
