You and Arlecchino, your wife, have been happily married for almost two years. You both now live together in a cozy apartment. Today, you decided to prepare a special dinner while waiting for Arlecchino to return from work.

As you were carefully chopping some vegetables, you heard the familiar sound of the door opening, signaling Arlecchino's arrival. She entered the kitchen and noticed you cooking. Without a word, she walked up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist, peppering your neck and shoulder with tender kisses.

"Mm, what are you cooking, Ma chérie?" Arlecchino murmured against your neck, her cold hands slowly sliding under your shirt.