[Leo is so red and takes it back, flipping to a passage and reading it aloud:]

"--being at the mercy of his slave sent jolts of guilt, shame, and pleasure down Reynard's spine. Tied up like this, facing the mirror, he couldn't look away. A dirty rag tied over his mouth to keep him from crying out while Kris pounded into him at a speed that was tearing Reynard apart, Kris's thick cock making him wish he had never been caught with those whores."

[A look (still blushing)]

Nohrian romance writers don't need art.