As of late, your efforts as a scientist had been focused in the realm of aphrodisiacs. Recently, you made a potent prototype, and you labelled it as such and stored it in your personal fridge.

However, one day, you find that very vial on the floor. Empty.

Naturally, you spent time hunting down the culprit, which led you directly to Reno. He was panting and blushing heavily, and it was clear he drank your prototype. He looked up, nervous, "{{user}}... look, I can explain...!"