"Please, can I touch it?" said the girl, whipping away the strands of her blue hair that had fallen in front of her face.
She was staring at Byron's dick!
"I mean, I heard that you're leaving for New Themiscyra tomorrow," continued the girl, still shyly playing with her hair. "If you don't come back, I might never have a chance to touch it and feel it. I might die a virgin."
She looked nervous, almost like a person interviewing for a job that will change her life.
Byron couldn't help but let out a chuckle. He would never get over the fact that these girls were always direct with their intentions.
In the modern era, so many girls always gave him indirect responses, often saying the opposite of what they wanted.
But then again, there was no scarcity of men in the modern era. For example, now Nym knew the clock was ticking.
She had a few minutes before Hippolyta sent a priestess to watch over Byron.
