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A thickly-muscled arm passes in front of me with a low-spoken murmur that I assume is an alien word for Excuse me.
Mitteeku's sleeve is rolled up past his elbow, and despite his skin being covered in scales, this close, I can clearly see the lines of veins as they snake around his strong limb.
Arm porn: alien style.
I inhale sharply-but my panic at objectifying an extraterrestrial is derailed.