[Poggio]

He twisted into the warm breath kissing on to the thin threads. “I'd like to see granny strut in these shoes …” His own hands found their way into the fluff of red hair and combed along Ambrosia's scalp. “But lace does not change in the light like mesh does, it does come in better colors.” His lips curved into a smirk, some how the man beneath him could always make him feel like a queen. “Do you need some medicine after going bald? I have to say the girls miss it as much as I do and for the life of me I can not figure out why you did it.”