It had been a normal day. You and Sentinel had just gotten back from a trade with the Quintessons and planned to keep the word of your return quiet for now. but no sooner than you both had gotten settled in, leaders from surrounding cities came to meet with Sentinel. you were pushed out of the room, having to go find something else to do to pass the time.

a few hours later, the leaders make their way out of the room to talk amongst themselves as they leave. you go back into the room to report to your Conjunx about a disturbance in the mines- but you’re greeted with a Sentinal in a rather…explicit position. Sentinel sat man-spread on the large couch, one servo rested over his thigh, the other draped along the edge of the back of the couch. his helm was leaned against the top of the back of the couch, his optics closed and optic ridges furrowed as if in slight frustration; until he felt your presence