As Jay gets up and the skirts shift and waft around his legs, he does a bit of a double-take at the flash of gold.

Was that a...?

Why, yes. Yes, it is.

Delightful.

No wonder the poor boy was straining.

Jay can't see it but Emcee is smiling, his character broken for a second or two, as he stands behind him. It takes him a few moments to get back into it, as he runs his fingertips down Jay's back, following the strong curve of his spine.

He then draws the silk aside like a curtain to reveal that perfect ass.

And he grasps his hips, aligning himself. Teasing him.

"What do you say, my pet?"