[Poggio]

He wobbled a bit before straightening his own pants. If you did not look to closely it seemed the shirt did a nice job of hiding the stains. He smirked running his hands across the pelvis smearing the fluids into the fabric and possessively pulling him close into a kiss. Breaking away his hand found Ambrosia's and pulled him back into the tourist rounds. No clothing particularly interested him until they found something along the side alley, with its black sign and logo that was similar to the french costume shop, he found himself curious and dragged Ambrosia inside.