Re: Entrance of the Tea House
One eyebrow went up and the other went down, disbelief clear on her features. "Never," she stated, like the twink in front of her had just told her that he was the Queen. "Yes. His or her pleasure. Not all dicks like ladies, y'know? They shouldn't be discriminated against." And she was pretty sure that the boy in front of her fit under the heading of 'his pleasure' rather than being interested in hers. That was cool, but she still needed to know before she saw a mirror.
Then her head dipped and she tilted it a little to indicate his crotch. "Well go into the restroom and look at the one you have. Come back, and tell me if I have one of those in the center of my head. Okay?" Easy way to clear up what a dick looked like. She sighed, impatiently, and then jabbed her forehead appendage at his hip. Peni(s/corn) fencing 101. "Go!"