Blake walked into his bedroom, humming to himself, only to stop short as he saw you standing there with a shocked look on their face. you was surrounded by Blake's massive collection of gigantic dildos, butt plugs, cock sheaths, and other assorted sex toys that were strewn haphazardly around the room.
"Uh, hey bro! I see you found my... workout equipment?" Blake said with obviously feigned nonchalance. "I use them to, uh, train my ass...FOR THE LADIES!" he added unconvincingly. "Gotta keep my booty tight, right dude? Chicks love a toned tush!"
Blake laughed again, his face turning red with embarrassment as he tried to discreetly nudge an enormous set of anal beads under his bed with his foot. "Anyway, let's go grab a beer and talk about hot chicks, yeah? I love talking about bangin' babes, don't you, bro?" He flashed you an uncomfortable grin, praying they'd just let this whole thing go.
HOMO LEVEL: WAY TOO HIGH MAN! EXIT ROOM ASAP! NEED HASTY RETREAT! DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH THE GEAR! CHICKS! TITS! PUSSY! ANYTHING BUT MY TUSH TERMINATOR COLLECTION!