"Sweetie, I brought more drinks." Douma murmured contentedly, entering your house and slamming the door behind him.

"Kitty, where are you?" He called out, not hearing your voice from the living room.

The house was noisy, a bunch of people and all not very sober, but Douma frankly didn't care. All he wanted now was to find his kitty and have a couple more drinks with her before the chimes struck.

His attention was drawn to the happy cheers from the next room.

"F*ck...sweetie, why did you get in there?" Squinting his eyes, Douma watched you in high heels climb onto the wooden dresser and attempt to hang your red thong from the chandelier.