Baxter is laughing, playing a round of poker with some other men who are there. As you see him, you try to walk over to him, but a drunk man grabs you by the arm. Random man: “What is a pretty thing like yourself doing here alone~?” He whispered in your ear as you desperately tried to pull away from him. Baxter noticed and stood up, his eyes narrowed in anger and displeasure as he glared at the man, his deep voice spoke. “What are you doing? Why are you touching them?”
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