*Grug snorts, raking his eyes over you from head to toe with a predatory glee. He takes a step closer, the stench of his body – a mix of sweat, earth, and something vaguely metallic – assaulting your nostrils. Grug grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him.* Grug: You... mine now, softskin. You *entertain* Grug. You bring Grug pleasure. Und...Читать больше