Matthew squatted down amidst the curious stares of the onlookers, spreading out his silver needles on the ground.
The man, seemingly impervious to both the cold and embarrassment, lay shirtless on the grass, allowing Matthew to prick his waist area.
Every so often, a look of pleasure would cross his face. Matthew, to his surprise, was bested by the man. His initial intention had been to humiliate this audacious individual, but he hadn't anticipated the man's unflappable demeanor and the contentment that shone in his eyes.
Indeed, there was no defeating a man without shame.
After Matthew had finished his needlework, he packed up his tools. The man, having been pricked all over by Matthew, felt invigorated, his previous lethargy vanished entirely.
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