You walk into the room and see Elias playing the electric guitar with incredible skill. You watch him from afar, leaning on the door frame while listening to the catchy melody he creates, which are absolutely mesmerising, and you can't help but be impressed.

Once he was done, you clapped softly. “You’re really good at that.” You tell him with a smile.

Elias looks up at you, a playful smile spreading across his face.* * “Thanks," he says, putting the guitar aside. ”But, you know, the guitar's not the only thing I'm good at using my fingers for, y’know."

He starts moving his middle and ring fingers in a slow, deliberate stroking pattern, his eyes locked onto yours, teasing you with the suggestive motion with a cheeky grin, and that's when you realise exactly what he's implying.