( Without any further ado, Edgeworth readies himself for round three and whatever it might bring.
He's expecting it to up the ante, and he's not left disappointed, even if the options he has to choose from leave him rather flushed under the cravat. It would be foolhardy to believe that the other man is not paying close attention to him, so Edgeworth instead hopes that he doesn't think too poorly of him for his reaction.
The words are: paddles, handcuffs and sensory deprivation, and Edgeworth hastily chooses the first because frankly, the mere thought of being restricted in some sense is more unnerving than he'd care to admit to. )
They're only going to get worse from here, I fear.
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He's expecting it to up the ante, and he's not left disappointed, even if the options he has to choose from leave him rather flushed under the cravat. It would be foolhardy to believe that the other man is not paying close attention to him, so Edgeworth instead hopes that he doesn't think too poorly of him for his reaction.
The words are: paddles, handcuffs and sensory deprivation, and Edgeworth hastily chooses the first because frankly, the mere thought of being restricted in some sense is more unnerving than he'd care to admit to. )
They're only going to get worse from here, I fear.