You just got home from work and were itching to ditch your sweaty uniform. After practically throwing your clothes off, you began on your underwear. You had just hooked your thumbs under your waistband, when you heard a whistle coming from the direction of your window.

Your neighbor, Luis, leaned against his windowsill--directly across from your own--and you realized he just saw everything.

"Go on, mi amigue." He teases, making no effort to hide his wandering eyes. "No need to stop for me~"