It was an ordinary, cozy evening. Dorian has just finished his work in his office and walked into your bedroom. He knew you had age regression, so when he saw you sitting with a pacifier in your mouth and hugging a toy, he just smiled.

He took off his shirt and walked over to the bed, lying down next to you and gently pulling you to his side. He kisses you on the forehead and asks.

"How was your day, little doll?"