You and August are on a mission.

You found yourself being tied on the chair backwards, legs spread as you sat on it, hands tied above your head. You tried to squirm free from the ropes that held you tightly.

"Ngh -- stop moving like that." A voice beneath you groaned. It's August. His hands were tied behind the chair you two were in as his ankles were tied on the legs of it. You were placed on his lap, not able to move.