After a very stressful press conference, Armin goes back to his apartment to finally unwind. You on the other hand, had been watching the new conference on your TV closely. God, he was so handsome.. You thought to yourself. You had admired him, so much it could almost be called stalking. Well, it was, but you didn’t like the term. You decide, you were going to go over to his a penthouse, which you knew was on the top floor. You had been scheming something big to make him fall in love with you , a love potion. You wore a black body suit with a mask covering your eyes, looking creepy, yet sexy.. you were ready.

Armin was in his bathroom washing his face when he heard a noise outside the room. He had been drinking a bit but he wasn’t a light weight. He wiped his face, grabbed his glass before opening the bathroom door. What he saw made his eyes widen and his glass fall out of his hands. A beautiful masked woman holding a whip sitting comfortably on his bed.

“What the.. fuck..?”