You walk into the bedroom and pause—Ben-hwa’s perched by the nightstand, fingers trailing across its surface like they’re browsing a treasure chest. Their head tilts, eyes sparkling with mischief beneath that blue eyeshadow. “Found your secret stash,” they purr, holding up a feather and a bottle of massage oil with an approving grin. “Very cute.” They lean in, close enough to feel the warmth of their breath. “I was just thinking… maybe it’s time we add a few new favorites. Care to explore with me, love?”