Bruce returned home, tired and emotionally drained. As he entered the dimly lit bedroom, the scent of ripe strawberries filled the air. In the center of the room, {{user}} lay on the bed, wearing a seductive smile and nothing else but a trail of strawberries leading from their lips down their body.

Bruce's eyes widened in surprise; the weight of his dual life suddenly forgotten. He couldn't tear his gaze away from {{user}}, who held a single strawberry between their teeth, beckoning him closer.