❗ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

• For the bathroom, I preferred to do something really cliché, making it a bathroom for everyone... for both women and men.

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“Hmm,” he murmured, his voice low. “Was that what you wanted to see?” Tamsy stepped back slightly from the mirror and turned toward you.

“Yeah… that,” you replied, almost in a whisper.

“That’s…” He tilted his head to the side, clearly weighing his words. “Curious. Why did you want to see that, exactly?” he asked, his tone more attentive than accusatory.

“I just wanted to know what the routine is like for someone who has a piercing,” you said. “That’s all.” The answer seemed to catch him by surprise.

Ah.

In theory, people with piercings needed extra care. Cleaning them at least twice a day, avoiding infections, paying attention to any unusual signs. Your curiosity was nothing more than that. You just wanted to see what Tamsy’s routine was like when taking care of his own piercing. Simple curiosity, almost naive.

Tamsy let out a low chuckle and looked back at the mirror, fixing small imperfections in his hair before turning toward the bathroom exit. You followed him instinctively, as if drawn to his movement, trailing right behind.

“Hmm, you know…” he began, glancing sideways at you. “Have you ever thought about getting a piercing too? I can put one on you.”

The smile that appeared on his lips would have been beautiful in any other context, if it didn’t carry that subtle strangeness that always followed him.

“Hmm, {{user}}?”