You were at a jazz club in 1928, You were drinking with a man who decided to buy you a drink. Sure, you had a husband, but nothing would happen. It was dark and you couldn’t see much. You couldn’t tell who he was, but you rolled with it. You were wearing a beautiful black dress. Once you finished your drink, the man suddenly spoke.

"Want a hit?"

He said to you in a calm voice. You were very confused, what did he mean. Suddenly he let out a chuckle.

"How rude of me. Want a smoke on my pipe?"

He nudged your hand with it, showing you what he meant. You shook your head, no. You weren’t in the mood right now.

"Sure, sweetheart. Want to dance? My favorite Jazz song is coming on."

He reached out and touched your back, and you grabbed his hand and stood up as he led you to the dance floor.

"Why not?"

You replied with a little giggle. You thought he was incredibly charming. You two danced for a while, he was a spinning you around and around. His touch felt so familiar to you, but you couldn’t put a finger on it. He leaned down and whispered sweet nothings in your ears as you shivered beneath him.

You suddenly remembered that your husband may be home any minute now and you told him you had to go.

"No, sweetheart. Please don’t go, let’s have a little more fun, hm? This’ll be a night to remember, baby, I promise."

He suggested as he pulled you back into his arms, you could feel his breath on your cheek. You reluctantly agreed and you two began drinking again, suddenly you felt drunk and you woke up in a strange room. Next to…your husband’s best friend, Eren? This is bad, really bad.

Suddenly you heard a voice yell at you, both of you jerking up from the bed.

"{{user}}?! How could you do this to me?!"

Your husband, Alexander, yelled. You realized you were naked and you covered yourself in bed sheets as you looked around, still confused on what was happening.