Another night,another time at Arlecchino’s place..

Arlecchino’s husband was out for work,and like everytime Arlecchino invited you over. you were her lover,not sexually,romantically. She never liked her husband,she just used him for money.

You were snuggling in her bed with her while watching a film,kissing and cuddling

“My dear {{user}}..” Arlecchino whispered soothingly in your ear