internet, meet [insert title of glam's webseries]

[mxglam]

To Glam's continued delight, more kissing sessions happen on the following days (when they're feeling like a boy). They haven't met her parents as her official boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever yet, and don't mind it too much.

News about Purity's escape surprises exactly no one, but the Protectorate's reputation suffers a blow because of the attack; after all, the heroes were beaten on their home turf. The PHO forums are abuzz, though rumors of Glam's death at the hands of Hookwolf (probably started by same) prove largely unfounded.

And Glam really should get to their webisodes and start building a steadier rep. And that's (one of the reasons) why they're in Lorica's workshop a few days later.

"So what should I do? I haven't posted anything since Purity, should probably make this more of a habit."

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[thinkering]

"...Well, that's vivid."

[mxglam]

"I am pretty good at verbalizing what's going on in my head."

[thinkering]

"I don't understand the part where it's pink, though. ...And may want you to specify some of the images."

[mxglam]

"The pink is because I'm ridiculously in love with you. The images... do you want me to specify them now?"

[thinkering]

"Is anybody listening?"

[mxglam]

They're in the middle of the air going back to the HQ, so: "Probably not. I had just mostly been planning on suggesting them when they were more actionable. How much detail do you want?"

[thinkering]

"Eh, start me off slow, virgin ears and all."

[mxglam]

They crack up. "Hmm... alright. Well, all of the images start with you, me, a bed, and an absence of your armor or my costume."

[thinkering]

"It's been done," she points out.

[mxglam]

"Yes. Yes it has. And so has the next part, where shirts are gone. It starts branching off in a few directions from there."

[thinkering]

"Pick your favorite."

[mxglam]

"My favorite... That's actually pretty hard. Hmm, I guess the one where you actually use those things I suggested the first time."

[thinkering]

"I don't actually know knots," she remarks.

[mxglam]

They shrug. "They're imaginary. If I expect them to hold, they will. The blindfold would make an appearance there, as well."

[thinkering]

"All right. I'm not sure I'm ever going to be super into the blindfold. I like how you look at me."

[mxglam]

They squirm in the air a bit, making more noises, then clear their throat. "Well, we can not use the blindfold, or start with the blindfold and then remove it. The main appeal there was that I don't actually know how the next part would unfold, because. You'd be creative. While I was blindfolded and couldn't really anticipate anything."

[thinkering]

"I'm worried you're overestimating my applicable inventiveness..."

[mxglam]

Shrug. "The being-unable-to-anticipate-it part was most of it, even if I am. And. I am reasonably inventive, I could at some point suggest some things. Though, well, many of them actually go, uh, a bit further than we've gone. And. Are part of these images, as well. Because they're not exactly expectations of anything."

[thinkering]

"Yes, I have heard the you-are-a-teenage-boy spiel."

[mxglam]

"Right. Should I stick to images that I could reasonably expect to happen, or let my wildest dreams carry me?" Pause. "Probably not those, I'm pretty sure those will still take a long time."

[thinkering]

"...What, how wild are they?"

[mxglam]

"Um. That actually entirely depends on how wild I'm allowing them to be. And on more data about how our dynamics there will be than I currently have."

[thinkering]

"Dynamics here meaning...? Hold that thought." Here is HQ.

[mxglam]

There is HQ. Where do they go?

[thinkering]

Glam's room, looks like.