I don’t know what a BangMaid is. Just proving yet again that everything you do say sounds like a euphemism. Grunt.
oh, the phrase has all the information you need to ascertain what a bangmaid is, I should probably state that no one (that I know of) actually partook of a bangmaid. We just can’t stop talking about them, and by “we” I mean me. I will stop soon. I am sorry. It’s just how my brain works through things that I am mildly horrified by, a sort of therapeutic bangmaid Tourette’s. Thank you for the gifsplosion of boys (and blanket and apple).
Boying: it’s what we do.