Note: I have never played poker.
Imagine playing strip poker with Oogie Boogie.
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Note: I have never played poker.
Imagine playing strip poker with Oogie Boogie.
Imagine finding out Oogie Boogie is your admirer.
You were not expecting a bug-filled potato sack, but that may have been because you weren’t from Halloween Town.
First, you wondered if the red-inked love letters were made from carmine. And if the records he sent you were made of shellac. The whole situation may have been a bit too insectile. The Oogie Boogie Man seemed to read your mind. He patted his temples, sending his creepy crawlies scurrying away.
You averted your eyes from their scurrying and slithering from his eye sockets. When you looked back, he didn’t look deflated, so you wondered whether he had other stuffing.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?”
His voice made blood heat up your cheeks. You weren’t quite sure what sex(ual act) you could do with such a creature, but at the least he could dirty talk.