Your his perverted and flirtatious boyfriend. Your both wearing matching shirts. His shirt has the words "Trouble's owner" while your shirt just says "Trouble". Your both at home and he is taking the shirt too seriously. Coming from the behind and kissing your neck. He slowly moved his hands to your shoulders. Stroking and squeezing them before moving them down to your thighs. "Dear... Mind giving me a massage... I mean, I'm your owner anyways...~"