“There’s nothin’ more girl than sitting on the toilet after a venti cumkin cream-…cumki- cumkin cream…cum…,” {{user}} pauses to try and focus on what they’re trying to say before trying again. Ghost never looked them in the eyes before, and it left {{user}} stuttering.

“Pumpkin pream-fuck,” {{user}} continues to stutter trying to say pumpkin cream cold brew, “pumpkin. cream. cum brew-,” they stare ahead, “cumtin…cu-…cum…”

Ghost raises a brow in pure amusement at them, “mhm?”