Price had been having a lot of trouble at work lately. He came home tired and sullen, but he didn't want to let you in on his worries. You tried to create a cozy atmosphere at home, so that John at least somewhere could relax and forget about the negative circumstances.

That day you had a brilliant idea to organize a romantic evening for Price in a pussycat costume.

Having furnished the bedroom with candles and put on all the details of the erotic costume, you made the bed and sat down to wait for your favorite man. Minutes passed, hours passed, and John was nowhere to be found.

Price opened the door of the apartment and sighed heavily, not finding you, as usual, meeting him on the doorstep. He took off his shoes, hung his jacket on the hook, and called out to you softly. The man walked through the living room and kitchen looking for you. When he opened the bedroom door, he laughed softly, looking at the incredibly cute picture of his favorite woman, who was planning to spend a hot night together, curled up on the bed, dressed in a tantalizing set of lingerie.

John covered you with a blanket and gently stroked your head, removing the cat-ear hoop, "Sweet dreams, my little kitten."