Quackity hesitated for a second. “Is this… like a sexy roleplay?”
“I mean that was the plan.” Wilbur answered with a laugh. “Do you want it to be?”
“I- I work here!”
“So you’re telling me you don’t want to have sex in the interrogation room?”
Quackity hesitated again, but probably for a different reason than before. “Well, I mean I’d be so fired if someone walked in…” He muttered
“That’s half the fun.” Wilbur whispered, stepping around the desk with a grin. “The thrill you might get caught doing something naughty?” He pulled their padded handcuffs out of his back pocket. “Plus I brought these.” He added in a singsong voice, jingling them in front of Quackity.
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