momentous barters
This is so exhausting, but obligatory. I am a marionette of limp limbs and long hair trapped beneath my shoulder blades. It’s not enough for them to enjoy it, I must enjoy it too. Or at least appear to. I breathe on rhythm because I know they like it. Arch your bones, close your eyes, part your lips, moan, smile, bite. Sometimes they will tell you what to do, will annotate your body into the shape they desire. Always impossible contortions, but you just do your best and wait.