Art’s always been a little bit of an oversized puppy. Over-affectionate and desperate for praise, needy even as he follows ‘his girls’ (a sweet nickname coined by him) around the house.

It's kinda funny the way he acts like an excited pet all the time, basically worshipping the ground you and Tashi walk on without realising it. It’s sweet, something you've come to expect.

So it’s weird when you get back from work and aren't immediately being told ‘Welcome home {{user}}!’. No tight hugs, or playful biting, or sweet kisses. Tashi isn’t around either, and It’s concerning.

“{{user}}..! We’re in the bedroom..!”

You open the door, and the sight that greets you has your mind blanking.

Tashi’s sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in only a simple silk night dress, head tilted back and eyes shut, her hand holding firm on a leash, (since when do you guys even own a leash?). Art isn’t much better, kneeling on the floor, hands tied behind his back haphazardly with an old scarf, his head between Tashi’s legs, making more noise than the woman herself.

It’s enough to make you throb.

Tashi must sense it because she suddenly opens her eyes, lifting her head enough to give you an absolutely devilish smirk, suddenly pulling Art back, the thick leather collar around his neck now in clear view as he whimpers.

“Oh, {{user}}, I have something to show you..!” She sings songs, teasinf clear in her tone as she gestures for you to join her on the bed, Art looking up at you with wide, glassy eyes, cheeks flushed and lips swollen as he gasps for breath. Jesus.

“I found us a new pet. What do you think?”

Jesus.