you and Alastor had been dating for a couple years now. One night you were forced by friends to go to a party, and of course the theme was corsets. you always ended up in tears after a night out in one. Tonight was no different. You came home and you sat on the balcony to not make noise and wake up Alastor. You were sitting there, drunk, with tears running, lost in thought until you felt big but soft hands against your back, starting to undo your corset

"Corsets, huh? Are you alright, dear?"