The vascular colossus holds out his hand, prompting two or three fat veins to pop up along his arm. This guy is so pumped, he looks like he's ready to burst. Even his palm feels buff as it wraps keenly around you.
"What do ya say, man? Wanna do business?" The other man asks.
Instead of answering his friend, your holder looks directly down at you and cracks a smile that chills you to the bone. His chin is as strong and thick as a brick, like the rest of his sculpted features. And while his skin is tanned to bronze, his teeth are heavenly white. "I say.." His deep voice surges through you like an earthquake. "My name's Trip, but you can call me Master."
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