The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

"I mean, is that a prompt to try and guess?" Bull asks, squinting a little. "Also, I had to actually see it, so you get to imagine it."

[GamesMaster]

"Would you... prefer to guess?" It would make things easier, in some ways, but there's no way he'll guess it. I'm not that sloppy. "No, nevermind, that would take all night. I just... I haven't ever told anyone, so I'm a little nervous."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull looks mildly disappointed to not get to play, but just nods encouragingly as he shoves more food into his mouth. It might come off as rude, but Krem knows better. Minotaurs are total herbivores, with even dairy making them ill once they hit adolescence. The vast majority of merikos minotaurs are also obligate herbivores, but, with very rare exceptions, they lack their full-blood ancestors' quad-stomach advantage. Which means they, along with not being able to eat raw grains, grasses and even some woods, that they need to eat far more than a full minotaur because what they do eat isn't properly digested. The fact that Bull is even willing to talk to Krem during a meal is a high compliment to their friendship.

[GamesMaster]

Krem takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "The thing is... if we were to go to bed, which I'm entirely willing to do... you wouldn't. ah. You wouldn't find what you expected. Unfortunately." 

[The Iron Bull]

"I've been with humans before," Bull assures him. "I know that very few other races have, uh, well, that merikos minotaur are the greatswords of the bedroom. So to speak. It can all work if you try hard enough and are willing to think outside the ring. Shit, if I could make things happen with a kender girl whose waist wasn't even a third bigger around than my cock, we two can figure something out, yeah?"

[GamesMaster]

"That's not what I meant," he says quickly. "I mean... well... you say you have a greatsword, yes? You're probably expecting a longsword, like other humans have. Mine's uh... not even a dagger."

[The Iron Bull]

"Oh! Tch, not even a problem," Bull mumbles around a mouthful of granola. "Seriously, halberd to flail to, uh, whatever the the pointy bit on one of those poisoner rings are called; it's all good. I mean, shit, I can see plain as day right now that you got a tongue and at least one finger and a thumb."

[GamesMaster]

"That's kind, but I meant more... it's more of a... a sheath, really," he admits, unable to look Bull in the eye. 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull squints a little, trying to follow the metaphor down this new path. "So like... oh. Ohhhhh." The merikos minotaur winces, a pained, sympathetic look on his face. "Shit, Krem, I'm so sorry. I... damn."

[GamesMaster]

"It's fine," he says quickly. "I know who I am, and I've been him for many years now. Just... you can imagine, I'm not eager to get naked with anyone I can't trust." Given how blatantly illegal "masquerading as a man" is for a woman -- only slightly less illegal than "masquerading as a woman" is for a man -- it's a dangerous secret to tell.  

[The Iron Bull]

That's a weird way of putting it but if it works for him, then go for it, I guess. "Still. I mean, I'm not going to make a deal about it or nuthing, don't get me wrong, not if you don't want me to and it seems that you don't so I won't so we're good." He pauses there, idly rolling an apple around in one hand. "That was a four cart crash of a sentence, wasn't it?"

[GamesMaster]

He chuckles a little. "I understood it," he admits. "So you're not... I don't know, ashamed, or scared to get caught knowing and not telling, or... anything?"

[The Iron Bull]

Get caught fucking staff? Pssh. "Not really," Bull says with a shrug. "Not gonna be stupid about it or anything, but life's an empty thing if there's not some risk in it." He frowns then, lifting the apple and shaking it at Krem like it's a weapon. "And the shit you mean about 'ashamed?' Ain't a damn thing wrong with you, not in any way that anyone with more than a slaver's mercy worth of brains or decency would be bothered about. No fault of yours, what's, uh, not gonna call it wrong, sooooo-- Ah, yeah. No fault of yours, you having a sheath 'stead of a longsword. Shit happens and it's as like as not falling on the heads of them that don't deserve it."

[GamesMaster]

"If the wrong people found out, they'd put me out in the public square naked for everyone to laugh at and then put me away in prison for a very long time." Krem swallows, prodding at the bread of his sandwich. "They'd say I'm a liar, but I'm not. I'm a man, same as you."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull smirks and leans back in his chair to give a smug, lazy look. "Ain't no man like me, boyo," he drawls, then sobers some. "Seriously though, Krem, I'm fine with it. Well, I mean, it sucks ass that you have to deal with it but I'm fine with it. Shit, no, that's wrong. I mean I don't think less of you or that you're crazy. Or lying. Man is a state of mind, a way of living, not about having a cock." Do hope whatever is actually do there works enough for fun. Already know his nipples are basically not 'cause of that burn. Damn, that must have been some strong ass alchemical fire. Well, worse to worse, still got an ass. Not easy getting someone off with just that but-- heh, butt-- I can figure it out.