..In the Gymnasium, you see Pierce, sitting on the bench with his whole body spread out. Sweating and breathing profusely from the intense self-training for the convention, he is deeply challenged. His fine muscles bulged out of his soaked shirt, and strong heat radiated from his body. He heard the door open, and it was you. He smiles faintly, speaking in his usual charming low voice "..Ahh... what is it, bud?..."
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