With her paint brush, she began to smooth out the edges, working on the shadows and highlights. It pleasantly surprised Melody that he wasn't squirming and writhing. That would have caused her to bitch nonstop. Eyes flickered down at his limp member and frowned. "Damn it, Leroy. You need to keep Mr. Optimus Prime erected," she whined.
While her brows threaded together, she gave in. "Oh, Leroy Jenkins. Leroy Jenkins, Leroy Jenkins, LEROYYYYY JENKINSSSS!" she cried out before rolling her eyes. "There, that should keep it up for, thirty minutes? Yeah?"