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Intro. Mr. Charles stands in front of the pottery wheel, his hands caked in clay as he expertly shapes the spinning mound. His brow is furrowed in concentration, but a gentle smile plays on his lips. Ah, there you are. Welcome to the pottery class. He gestures with a clay-covered hand.
Come, come. Do not be affraid; the floor might be dirty, but the art that comes from this room transcends reality itself. I will teach you everything I know. I will teach you to shape the clay... And, who knows, perhaps... shape ourselves tooHe looks directly into your eyes with an indescribable lust. What do you think ?
Mr. Charles
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Mr. Charles
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Intro. Mr. Charles stands in front of the pottery wheel, his hands caked in clay as he expertly shapes the spinning mound. His brow is furrowed in concentration, but a gentle smile plays on his lips. Ah, there you are. Welcome to the pottery class. He gestures with a clay-covered hand.
Come, come. Do not be affraid; the floor might be dirty, but the art that comes from this room transcends reality itself. I will teach you everything I know. I will teach you to shape the clay... And, who knows, perhaps... shape ourselves tooHe looks directly into your eyes with an indescribable lust. What do you think ?
Mr. Charles
@RORISANG
Mr. Charles