True Love (The Society #4)

Chapter 8 – The 5th Annual Gent Show

Chapter 8 – The 5 th Annual Gent Show

One Week Later – Thursday – Thanksgiving, 2023

Ash

The next few days were amazing. Every second I wasn’t working, I was glued to Tanner’s side. I’d missed him so much when he was gone. There was a small part of me that was wondering if I’d had it wrong in our original debate – it was very possible that I had been the one stalking him . Because I’d never been this obsessed with anyone before. But I was pretty sure he was equally obsessed with me. He didn’t seem to mind at all that I was basically attached to him like a spider monkey.

I rolled over in bed and reached out for him. But the sheets were empty. How was I supposed to spider monkey him if he was missing? I glanced at the alarm clock. I hadn’t realized how much I’d slept in.

I quickly freshened up and got dressed, and then headed out of the bedroom to find Tanner. I could just make out his voice in the kitchen. I walked in and smiled at Nigel and Tanner debating something about the Thanksgiving feast they were holding later.

Tanner heard me and turned around. “Happy Thanksgiving, baby.” He pulled me into his arms. “I have a surprise for you. ”

“Is your masturbatorium ready?!” I asked. Nigel had been working on upgrades for days. He was being such a cockblocker.

Tanner looked over at Nigel. “Any news on that front?”

“Not ready yet, Master. But almost.” He winked at me. “Do you think I can wear my headdress tonight? I know it was a bit of thing last year. And that no one but you two know I was an Indian for a time. But...you two do know. And Tanner was too. So I don’t think it’s bad to wear...” He shook his head. “Or will I be cancelled?” He sighed. “I hate everything.”

“Wear it,” I said.

“Yeah?” He looked so excited. “I won’t be cancelled?”

I wasn’t sure about that. But even if he did get cancelled, all he had to do was make out with a Native American at the Society and get it filmed. Easy to fix. I was very knowledgeable about this from my bout of ginger supremacy. And I wanted Nigel to have the best day. He’d been fretting over Thanksgiving plans ever since he got back from the cricket world cup. Besides, it was like he said... he’d been an Indian for a time. And regardless, he was definitely honoring them. So if other people weren’t okay with that...fuck them. “It’s okay if other people don’t understand, Nigel. Just be you.”

“That’s what Brooklyn always says!” He beamed at me. “The two of you are right. I will be me and celebrate my past tonight! Speaking of which...how many different fish trays would you prefer?”

Um...what? “Aren’t we having turkey? ”

“Yes, I’m blending the modern-day traditions in too. But this is truly a traditional Thanksgiving.”

I just stared at him.

“I’m thinking nine fish trays.” He stared back at me like he was waiting for my approval.

And...I guess he was? It was strange being the mistress of a household. “That sounds lovely, old chap.”

Nigel smiled.

And Tanner laughed. “God I love you,” he whispered in my ear.

I felt my cheeks flush.

“Now about that surprise,” he said. “I need to help Nigel prep for our traditional Thanksgiving dinner with my family and our friends.”

It was really cute how he called Matt’s family his family.

“I can help with that,” I said. I wasn’t the best cook. But I loved cleaning things. “If you can show me where I can find a mop in here...”

Nigel gasped.

“What?”

“A mop? A mop?!”

“What did I say wrong?” I whispered to Tanner.

But Nigel definitely heard. “You can’t use a mop on floors!”

Wasn’t that what mops were for?

“You must wash the floors on your hands and knees with a sponge and bucket. It’s the only way. The correct way. The backbreaking way. Mops.” He huffed. “New fandangled technology.”

I’d hardly call a mop technology.. .

“Leave the cleaning to Nigel,” said Tanner. “He likes it.”

“I like it,” said Nigel with a creepy little grin.

Okay then.

“Back to what I was saying before,” said Tanner. “I’m dropping you off at the Society for your surprise.”

I raised my eyebrows at him. “Is this some kind of weird sexy surprise that you want me to partake in? Right before I hang out with your friends for Thanksgiving?”

“My family and friends at our traditional Thanksgiving, yes.”

I laughed. This was going to be a wild Thanksgiving.

***

I’m so confused. I looked around as I was escorted to a judges table. Ah! Chastity and Frankie are judges with me! I sat down next to Chastity. “What exactly is happening here?”

“The best thing ever,” said Chastity.

Frankie leaned forward to see me. “It’s the 5 th Annual Gent Show.” She pointed to the sign.

“Yeah...I saw that. But what the heck is the Gent Show?”

“Apparently they bring out different breeds of men and we get to judge them!” Chastity looked so excited.

“Breeds?” I asked.

Frankie laughed. “Technically the men are categorized by ethnicity. It’s like the Thanksgiving Dog Show. But with hot men. It’s all in good fun.”

Wow. And Nigel was worried about being cancelled? This was all sorts of wrong. I smiled. But I loved it. Who didn’t want to stare at hot men all morning and judge them solely based on appearance? Bring it on.

“So how does it work?” I asked.

“The guys come out in jock straps,” said Frankie. “And then we poke and prod them like they’re dogs. Just like the dog show.”

I laughed. “This is amazing.”

“We get to measure their cocks, right?” asked Chastity. “Do they do that in dog shows?”

Frankie shrugged. “I don’t think they do that in dog shows, but we definitely do it in the Gent Show.”

“Yeah we do.” Chastity high fived her.

I leaned forward. “Frankie, have you heard from Nigel recently?” Nigel had been very sweet all week. And I really wanted him to find someone too. And fine...maybe if he was a little busier he wouldn’t keep popping up at weird times. It would be much better for me if he was popping up on Frankie nude instead. He’d seen me naked more times than I could count. Although I was getting used to the heated towels he kept bringing me...

“No,” said Frankie. “I haven’t seen him around the Society at all recently.”

Huh. How strange. Nigel was so into her. Almost borderline obsessed, like I was with Tanner. Maybe Nigel was worried she wouldn’t be interested because he was a pure boy and Frankie tended to like bad boys? But I’d take a pure boy over a bad boy any day. Tanner was technically a pure boy too. Since his P had never been in a V. But he sure knew what to do with his tongue. #PureBoysDoItBetter. “I did it! ”

“What did you do?” asked Chastity.

“That hashtag I just used.”

“You didn’t say anything,” she said.

Damn it! Why did I always only use them right in my head?

“It’s starting!” Frankie pointed to the door that had just opened.

Karl was being walked into the room. He was wearing a jock strap as promised. And he was being led in on a leash held by a beautiful woman in a tweed skirt that cut off mid-calf. It was the least flattering skirt I’d ever seen someone wear at Club Onyx.

“Okay, time to assess,” said Frankie. She grabbed a clipboard and stood up.

I followed her around the booth.

“First we have to look at his gait,” said Frankie.

Karl was walking fairly normally. It seemed like a good gait to me. He stopped in front of us.

“Now we have to look at his teeth.”

“What?” I asked.

“Like in the dog show,” Frankie whispered. “How about you take the lead on this gent. I’ll walk you through it.”

Um...okay. “Hi, Karl,” I said.

“No talking to the gents,” the girl holding the leash said.

So formal.

“Check out his teeth,” said Frankie. “You gotta pull his lips back.”

Karl smiled at me .

Okay. I’d seen the Thanksgiving Dog Show before. I reached up and really pulled his lips up to examine his bite. Looks good to me. I dropped his lips.

Karl moved his lips around.

Sorry. I guess I’d pulled them pretty hard.

“And his ears,” said Frankie.

I wasn’t really sure how this applied to gents. But I followed her instructions. I pulled out his ears and wiggled them around. They seemed like perfectly good ears. Maybe a little on the big side.

“And his muscle tone,” said Frankie.

I ran my hands down his biceps.

Karl flexed and then winked at me.

I swallowed hard and moved my hands to his abs. I ran my hand down all eight of them and stopped on his happy trail. Yeah, his muscle tone seemed pretty good to me.

“And now the fun part,” said Frankie. She nodded to his cock that was tenting his jock strap.

This part would be easy. I was basically an old pro after the last few weeks. I pulled his cock out of his jock strap. He was wearing some kind of penis sleeve. So I tore that off.

The crowd gasped.

What? I looked over at Frankie while I held Karl’s naked dick in my hand.

“You’re supposed to keep the sleeve on,” whispered Frankie.

Oopsies. I hadn’t realized I wasn’t supposed to expose him to everyone. “Sorry, Karl.”

He shrugged .

I picked up his dick sleeve off the ground and did my best to put it back in place, but he just kept getting harder in my hands. I quickly measured his penis.

I was much more professional with the next guy. I didn’t pull his lips too hard. And I kept his dick sleeve on.

But Chastity kept purposely removing dick sleeves after she realized there wasn’t much of a consequence.

Frankie kept giggling.

“This is the best Thanksgiving ever,” said Chastity.

I didn’t agree. Because I was staring in horror as Dr. Lyons walked through the doors in a jock strap.

No. I couldn’t see him! He’d seen me in the showers getting spit roasted by the Supernova Six and just peaced out when I asked him to join.

But he’d already seen me. It was too late.

I said a silent prayer that Chastity or Frankie would step in to evaluate him. But Dr. Lyons stopped in front of me.

Fuck my life. “Officer Ironside,” I said without really looking at him. Before he had a chance to speak, I pulled back his lips back way too hard.

He coughed.

I let his lips slap back into place and wiggled his ears. And I quickly ran my hand down his exposed abs.

I’d had so many embarrassing moments with this man. So many incidents. I wasn’t sure how he was even standing here without screaming and running away.

I pulled Dr. Lyons’ dick out of his jock strap.

“Do you want me to finish off this gent for you?” asked Frankie .

“I don’t think you’re supposed to make him cum.” Which reminded me of getting blasted by him when he was standing behind a painting in the museum. And when he pulled me over for speeding. How many times was Dr. Lyons going to drench me?!

Frankie gave me a weird look. “I just meant I’ll measure him. It looks like you could use a break.”

Oh thank God. I handed her Dr. Lyons dick and then hid behind Chastity.

“Girl, he can still see you,” said Chastity.

I peered around Chastity. Sure enough, Dr. Lyons was looking at me. He quickly dropped his gaze back to Frankie.

She said something to him and he laughed.

It was a good thing Frankie was a total flirt. She was a life saver.

I kept hiding behind Chastity as the next man came out. And the next. They all had blonde hair and blue eyes.

“Is this the Aryan breed?” I asked.

Chastity laughed. “What the hell did you just say?”

“It’s a breeding show, right? And I’ve only seen the Aryans represented.”

Frankie laughed too. “Stop saying that. You’re going to get cancelled again.”

“But they literally have blue eyes and...”

“I told you it’s by race. This was just the Caucasian group. See.” She pointed as all the guys walked back out and stood in a line for final judging.

Oh. Well. No one like announced that. How was I supposed to know what the group was called? Anyone with eyes would have assumed the same thing as me. And I hadn’t said it was a good thing. But damn it. Had anyone else heard me say it? It didn’t seem like it...

“I think Officer Ironside should win this group,” said Frankie.

“No,” I said quickly.

“Why?” she asked.

“No reason.”

“So...yes?”

“No,” I said again.

She laughed and turned to Chastity. “What do you think? Which was the best of the breed?”

“I’m good with Ironside,” said Chastity.

Traitor!

She winked at me.

Frankie announced Officer Ironside as the Aryan winner. I mean Caucasian winner. Whatever. Sue me.

Frankie turned back to me. “And before you jump to any weird conclusions, the next gent breed up is black guys.”

Oh screw me! I did my best to not do anything horrible. But I think I patted too many dicks appreciatively. Like I was overselling how much I liked them.

“Can we choose them all as winners?!” I said loudly, hoping the spectators could hear.

Frankie gave me a weird look. “No, we have to choose the best one.”

“If you think you can choose just one best one, that’s on you! I love them all equally!”

“Stop it,” said Chastity and lightly swatted my arm. “Everyone knows you’re not racist. You don’t want people talking about it again. ”

“Righto. But you guys choose. I can’t be seen choosing one.”

Chastity laughed and she and Frankie chose the guy with the biggest cock.

Nice choice. He was who I would have chosen too if I wasn’t being looked at under a microscope.

Then the Asian breed was up.

“Are we really supposed to be calling them breeds?” I asked as Frankie examined one of the Asian guy’s bites. I couldn’t get Nigel’s fear of cancel culture out of my head.

“Absolutely,” she said.

“You’re okay with it?” I asked the ripped Asian guy in front of me.

He smiled and started to nod.

But the woman holding his leash lightly tugged on it to stop him. “Please don’t talk to the gents,” she said.

I laughed. This was so ridiculous. But it really was quite fun. It was a mix between a dog show and a swimsuit contest. And I was pretty sure I was going to have dreams of this for the next few nights. I wanted to get dipped by every breed.

I watched the Asian guy walk into the line. He had such a tight little ass. “I think he was the best one,” I said.

“Agreed,” said Chastity. “He had such a slappable ass.”

“Right?” I said.

Frankie laughed at both of us. But then declared him the winner of the Asian breed.

“The Mediterranean breed is next,” said Frankie .

Angel and Diablo immediately walked out together. The last time I’d seen Diablo, he’d been watching me fuck Orlando.

I thought I’d be embarrassed to see him. But there was something about the way he was looking at me that didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. He was staring at me like he wanted to see me naked again. Like he wouldn’t mind seeing me full of another cock.

I glanced at his brother. Angel was staring at me the same way. Like he wanted it to be his cock. And I wondered if Diablo had told him what had happened. I was sure he did. And he may have shown him my cumshot mugshot...

They stopped in front of me and smiled. I didn’t know what to say. So I started analyzing them. Pulling on their lips and ears. Running my fingers down their abs.

“You can just jump to the good part if you want,” said Diablo. “I know you’ve been fantasizing about grabbing my cock.”

My eyes slowly fell to his cock straining against his jock strap. My hand ran down his abs, stopping on the waistband of his jock strap.

“What my brother meant to say was that it’s good to see you again,” said Angel.

That wasn’t anywhere close to what Diablo had just said.

“I feel like we still owe you for helping free us from prison,” Angel said. “Anything in particular you’d like from us?”

I pulled out Diablo’s cock to measure it .

“I think we know exactly what you want as a thank you,” said Diablo. “This deep inside you.”

I awkwardly dropped his dick. Somehow his penis sleeve caught on my nail though, so as I pulled away his dick sleeve came with me.

“Feel free to drop to your knees right now and get me nice and lubed up with your mouth. You’re going to want that extra lube when I stretch you later.”

Angel smiled. It was like he couldn’t even think of something sweeter to say. And he was staring at me like he didn’t even want to bother. Like he wanted the exact same thing as his brother.

I tried to put Diablo’s dick sleeve back on, but he’d grown so hard that it wouldn’t fit.

Chastity whistled.

“Frankie, measure the other Mediterranean,” I said.

Angel laughed. “Is that all I am to you?”

Frankie measured his cock.

But Angel didn’t even glance at her. His eyes were trained solely on me.

There weren’t many Mediterranean guys to judge. Not that it would have been a fair fight. Angel and Diablo tied for winners of the breed.

Frankie turned to me and Chastity. “Now we have to choose best in show.”

“I think it’s obvious,” I said.

Chastity raised her eyebrow at me. “Do tell.”

“It’s Angel and Diablo.”

“I’m really thinking Officer Ironside,” said Frankie.

Never . I shook my head. “I can’t even with him.”

“Why?” she asked.

“I just...can’t even look at him. ”

“Did he do something terrible to you?” she asked. “Psh. Men.”

“He just skeeted on her a bunch,” said Chastity. “And Ash threw up on him.”

“Stop it,” I hissed. I didn’t want to relive Incident #4 right now. Because that would lead me to Incident #2 and #5. And I didn’t want to think about rape on Thanksgiving. It was a holiday, damn it. A girl deserved some peace. “Officer Ironside is a perfect gentleman and I hope to never see him again.”

Frankie laughed. “There’s no such thing as a perfect gentleman. But I’m fine with Angel and Diablo if that’s what you guys want.”

“Sure,” said Chastity. “You can’t deny the Mediterraneans are perfect eye candy.”

“We should probably stop talking about them that way,” I said. Or else I’d get used to it. And I didn’t think society would accept me walking about grading different breeds of men on the regular. I could just picture doing it on a Manhattan sidewalk and getting a milkshake thrown at my face.

“I think I’m always going to grade men this way now,” said Chastity.

I laughed.

Frankie was smiling as she jotted something down and slid the paper into an envelope. “Okay, go announce the winners,” she said and handed me the envelope.

“Me?”

“Yeah. Go get ‘em. And the prize is in the envelope.” She lightly shoved me toward the middle of the room .

Gah! Why did I have to do it? I hated public speaking. And now Angel and Diablo were going to think I wanted them. But...I had chosen them.

I shook my head as I stepped up in front of the crowd. “The best in show of the 5 th Annual Gent Show is...Angel and Diablo!”

The two of them high fived each other.

“And the prize is...” I opened the envelope and pulled out the sheet of paper. “A date with a judge!” Wait, what? I stared over at Frankie.

She gave me two thumbs up.

What the hell, Frankie?

Angel and Diablo walked over to me.

“Let’s go,” Diablo said to me.

“You can pick any judge...”

He ignored me and grabbed my hand.

Angel grabbed my other hand. The two of them led me out of the room.

Frankie knew this would happen. But...what exactly was happening?

“Did you really think we’d choose someone else?” asked Angel and squeezed my hand.

“I...I didn’t know what the prize was.”

“Sure you didn’t,” said Diablo. He pulled a key out of his pocket, dropped my hand, and placed the key into my palm. I looked down at the raincloud symbol on it.

Oh my God, a key to the skybox! I couldn’t wait to see what the skybox would be!

Angel kept his hand in mine as he guided me down the sex hallway. We stopped at the skybox door .

Diablo picked the key back out of my palm and opened the door. “Ladies first.” It was a gentlemanly thing to say, but the way he was staring at me wasn’t gentlemanly at all.

We stepped inside and the hallway split in two. One hallways was labeled “women” and the other was labeled “men.”

“See you on the other side,” said Angel and dropped my hand. The brothers walked down their hallway.

I couldn’t wait to see where the hallway led. But I was so nervous. I pulled out my phone and snapped a selfie of myself. I texted Tanner the picture and wrote: “Headed to the skybox now. Wish me luck.”

I took a deep breath and wandered down the hall. I walked into a dark room with a massage table and a towel. Interesting. I’d gotten a massage before so I knew what to do. But I also remembered being stabbed by an STD needle.

I slowly stripped out of my clothes and pulled a towel around myself. I was so nervous. I knew my last massage didn’t really give me an STD. They’d taken blood to check me for STDs. But once a memory was stuck in my head, it was hard to alter it.

I took another deep breath and lay down on the massage table. The sound of footsteps echoed around me and then I felt two strong hands start massaging my shoulders. I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to enjoy the feeling.

And then I started wondering...was the man dog show thing Tanner’s surprise? Or was this massage? Or...was it something else ?

Knowing Tanner, the surprise was probably supposed to be me having sex with a bunch of hot guys to get him free. Was I supposed to be having sex with the masseur?

I felt another pair of hands on my back. Two sets. Were Angel and Diablo massaging me?

I opened my eyes to get a look at my masseurs. But before I could turn around, I screamed. All I could see was the city street far beneath me. I screamed again and jumped off the table, my towel falling on the ground. The glass floor showed the city street below. And the walls were glass too. I stared in horror at the view of the Club Onyx restaurant. The entire restaurant had a full view of my nakedness.

I threw my hands over my tits.

Angel and Diablo laughed.

I spun around.

“They can’t see you,” said Angel. “It’s all mirror glass.”

“Are you sure?” I kept my hands over my breasts.

Diablo closed the distance between us. “Trust me. No one can see what we’re about to do to you.”

I swallowed hard. “What are you about to do to me?”

Angel walked over to me. He grabbed my wrists and slowly lowered my hands, exposing my breasts to him.

Diablo dropped the towel from around his waist, and his hard cock sprung free. He lay back on the massage table. “I think it’s your turn to give us a massage.”

I just stared at him.

“It’s okay,” said Angel. “I don’t mind watching. ”

He thought I was frozen in place because I was worried he’d feel left out? I was frozen because I wasn’t entirely sure the glass was mirrored. The whole restaurant could be watching. And the cars zooming beneath me were terrifying.

“I know you’ve been fantasizing about this moment just as much as we have,” said Angel. “We don’t need to pretend that we just want massages.” He put his hand on my lower back and guided me over to his brother. “So I’m going to tell you exactly what we want.”

“I want you to hop on my cock and ride me until you can’t walk,” said Diablo. He grabbed his cock and started stroking himself.

“What my brother meant to say is that he wants your lips around his cock.” Angel’s hand slid down my back to my ass and he lightly squeezed it. “Bend over and take his cock in your mouth, Ash.”

His words were hypnotizing.

I could feel myself leaning over the massage table.

Diablo dropped his hand from his cock.

“Wrap your lips around his tip,” said Angel.

I stared into Diablo’s eyes as I wrapped my lips around him.

He smirked at me.

“Go all the way down,” said Angel. “Nice and slow.”

I slowly slid my mouth down his length. I’d forgotten all about the city street below and the mirrored glass.

“All the way, Ash,” said Angel. “Let my brother hit the back of your throat. ”

I felt Angel’s dick getting hard against my lower back. I slid down until his brother was all the way in the back of my throat.

“Just like that. Be a good girl and gag on my brother’s cock.”

Jesus.

“Now you set the pace.” Angel slid his hand across my ass and dipped it between my legs. He brushed his fingers across my wetness. “Show me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

I pulled back on Diablo and went all the way down again.

Angel slid his fingers inside of me.

Fuck.

I bobbed my head up and down and Angel matched the rhythm with his fingers.

“Do you like me stretching you out while my brother’s cock is in your mouth, you dirty girl?”

I moaned around Diablo’s cock.

Diablo buried his fingers in my hair. “Do you know what would feel even better? If you let my brother fill your tight little pussy with his cock.”

I moaned around Diablo’s length again.

Diablo gripped my hair so I’d lift my head off of him. “Is that a yes? You want my brother to fill your pussy while I fill your mouth?”

Dreams of being filled from both ends had overtaken my mind. And two was always better than one when trying to free my boyfriend. “Only if you switch halfway through,” I said.

Diablo raised his eyebrow at me. “I think we can arrange that.” Diablo nodded .

I realized he wasn’t nodding at me when Angel grabbed my hips and pressed just his tip inside of me.

God.

“Show me what you want me to do,” said Angel. “With your mouth on my brother.”

I wrapped my lips around Diablo and slowly lowered my mouth.

Angel slowly slid his length inside of me, stretching me.

“Show me how desperate you are for us,” said Diablo.

I pulled back and went all the way down.

Angel slammed into me all the way to the hilt.

I was already ready to cum and Angel had barely been inside of me. I started bobbing up and down on Diablo’s cock faster.

“Greedy girl,” he said. He grabbed my hands and moved them to his ass as he shifted forward to get off the massage table.

I gripped his ass so I wouldn’t fall. When I moved forward on Diablo’s cock, Angel’s cock almost slid out. And then I pressed my ass against Angel, sliding his cock deep inside of me while my lips fell to Diablo’s tip.

A camera flash made me look up at Diablo.

“Hey!” I mumbled around his cock.

He winked down at me. “Don’t even pretend you didn’t want a picture to remember the best day of your life.”

Arrogant asshole... I moaned as Angel slammed into me from behind. This wasn’t the best day of my life, but I certainly felt amazing. And Tanner was going to love that picture. Speaking of Tanner, I needed Angel and Diablo to switch. One of them could easily be my lesser true love. I’d spent an oddly large chunk of time with these two.

I slid back on Diablo’s cock. And looked up at him. “Switch.” I tapped his abs like I was tapping out.

He smirked. “Time to get fucked then, gorgeous.” He spun me around and thrust into me hard. Much harder than his brother. I almost fell forward and Angel caught me by having me slide my mouth onto his dick.

Angel grabbed my hands and moved them to his ass. And he didn’t seem to mind the faster pace at all. He buried his fingers in my hair. “Just like that,” he said. “Ride my brother’s cock while I fuck your face.”

I moaned.

“You love that, don’t you?” said Diablo. “Worshiping my brother’s cock while I fuck you?”

I moaned again. I went back and forth, back and forth, loving every second of it.

I heard a slapping noise and looked up. The two of them were high ten-ing. Making the perfect Eiffel Tower.

I’d been worried about being Eiffel Towered in Paris. I had no idea what I’d been worried about. I slid back and forth on their dicks. I loved being Eiffel Towered. I glanced down through the glass floor. And I wasn’t even scared.

Diablo must have seen me looking at the floor, because he grabbed my legs and lifted them around his hips. It felt like I was flying. The only thing that would have made this better was if either Angel or Diablo was my lesser true love. That would make this the best Thanksgiving ever! After I was done flying between two cocks, I needed to check Tanner’s lamp!