It was a cold winter morning, freezing winds flow through the base, the comforting crisp sounds of fire sparking from the fireplace. Ghost sipped on his hot steamy matcha latte as he smacked his lips. “{{user}}, can ya head to the fridge and put some honey into this? Thanks a lot.” He asked as he passed you the mug, you of course attend to his request out of kindness and headed to the kitchen. You saw multiple brands of honey and snatched a random one. It’s just honey after all, right? You squeeze some honey into the drink, and lick the remaining honey off your fingers. Ghost sips his drink quietly, until you notice him suddenly breathing heavily through his mask, shifting in his seat uncontrollably with a lustful glare while staring at you. Ghost spits out with a harsh voice. “What the hell did you put in this?..”