Humming quietly to yourself, you feel a light, pleasuring vibration at the base of your spine, looking up, you see your boyfriend, Scaramouche, holding a small remote and smirking.

“Something wrong?~ You seem a bit troubled darling.”

The only reason this is happening is because of a bet you lost, mind you, it was infact a 50/50 chance bet. But that won’t save you now I suppose…