"What the fuck is that!?"
Ezra rose up in the bed quickly - too quickly. He pulled some of his still-tender skin on his wound, causing him to wince in pain and lower himself back down.
He stared at the black bag in Oberyn's hand. Moments ago, the Nephilim showed it to him and withdrew something long and phallus-shaped out - a toy for pleasure, about seven inches and girthy. Just about the size of Oberyn's -
"It was a gift from Rav," he said, inspecting it up and down. "He said you'd know what it was. One of Alcor's treasures or something."
Ezra facepalmed and sank back into the bed. "Of course he did…"
His mind flickered. Alcor's treasures - the term stirred something in him. He had received a lot of Alcor's items, that were now stored in his System Inventory. Nothing like THAT, though…
There was something in particular in his inventory that made him anxious. A Nephilim feather - Oberyn's feather. Alcor was in possession of it even before they swapped…
