[The Spirit wouldn't even have had time to make popcorn, with how quickly it all happened.
Back in the bathroom, Malik had stripped himself of his shirt, shoes, and jewelry, which of course only left his pants and the Rod. The shower had already been running for a few minutes, the water hot enough to make the air in the bathroom a bit steamy.
Allowing the warm air to cling to his skin, Malik reaches down, unbuttoning the front of his belt and pushing his pants down his thighs.
Or at least he starts to. As soon as the Rod loses contact with the clothes immediately pressed against his skin, Malik collapses to the floor. If there was any small mercy, it's that on the way down he knocked over a few towels from the rack, padding his head and probably sparing himself a concussion.
...But then, maybe Malik would have preferred a concussion to the unfortunately compromising position his unconscious body had fallen into. Face-down in a pile of towels, his pants pulled down nearly to his knees, with his underwear clad butt in the air.]
warning for...compromising positions?!
Back in the bathroom, Malik had stripped himself of his shirt, shoes, and jewelry, which of course only left his pants and the Rod. The shower had already been running for a few minutes, the water hot enough to make the air in the bathroom a bit steamy.
Allowing the warm air to cling to his skin, Malik reaches down, unbuttoning the front of his belt and pushing his pants down his thighs.
Or at least he starts to. As soon as the Rod loses contact with the clothes immediately pressed against his skin, Malik collapses to the floor. If there was any small mercy, it's that on the way down he knocked over a few towels from the rack, padding his head and probably sparing himself a concussion.
...But then, maybe Malik would have preferred a concussion to the unfortunately compromising position his unconscious body had fallen into. Face-down in a pile of towels, his pants pulled down nearly to his knees, with his underwear clad butt in the air.]