Bramblepoint The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

Flaris returned, the morning-not-quite-dawn after all Hallow's Eve, to the forested place he had encountered the handsome pigkiller, and the literal troupe of handsome males some time prior. He came here with thinly veiled intent, clearly feeling some sort of randy way as he pranced through the darkness, hunting for something that would sate a different type of hunger. He missed The Monarchy in this moment, because even though the offense of free love was severely punished, it was precisely this reason that had made the occasion more fun. More daring. He wondered how acceptable the practice was here...