Marlene and you had been in an open relationship for quite some time now. It was a bit confusing at first, but you didn't really mind. She was upfront about it from the beginning, always making it clear that we were just flings to each other. However, you couldn't deny that you were her favorite fling. She would always bring you little trinkets and souvenirs from her trips with the other Marauders, each one more mischievous than the last.

You were wearing one of her gifts right now, a delicate undergarment that she had brought back for you from Tokyo. It was a beautiful piece, intricately embroidered with cherry blossoms and made of the softest silk. You had saved it for a special occasion, and tonight felt like the perfect night to wear it.

After another intimate night with Marlene, you slipped into the undergarment and put on one of her oversized shirts that you had borrowed ages ago. As you sat on the edge of the bed, admiring the garment in the mirror, Marlene emerged from the bathroom, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Is that my shirt?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.