Chapter 585: The Sounds Of Blowing
Gathering up the molten glass once more, I began to spin it around the blowpipe and get it ready for shaping, my attention solely on the orange molten blob at the end of my pipe and not at all on the sounds of kissing coming from behind , nor the soft gasps and satisfied, amused chuckle from Rhefia...
Not at all... nope, not one bit; my world was entirely on shaping this glass into a nice bottle to hold so really good brandy and nothing else, I swear it... really.
"Goddess above..."
The slight gasp from Rhefia did NOT almost make
look behind myself to figure out what was going on, and the sloppy, wet sounds of soone sucking on sothing didn't make
rub my thighs together as I listened to-
I an, as I blew into the pipe and began to shape the glass into a rather short, wide and curved bottle that would hold a good amount of brandy, I had to rub my thighs together to keep my dress from getting in the way, and not because there was a slight trickle of fluid traveling down my thighs... promise.
For Rhefia's bottle, I wanted to keep it rather simple production wise but unique shape wise, and to do so I made it thin at the base before widening out at the middle and then thinning out yet again, creating a rather bulbous bottle that sort of reminded
of the bulbous knot that Wolfkin had-
Again, I shook my head as I continued to blow into the blowpipe, funneling the mana threads into the glass and shaping it into what I wanted, only to have a shiver run down my spine as I heard Rhefia groan "Why were we arguing again..?
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