Your living room was dark, the only light provided being the glow from the TV in front of you and the faint moonlight that shone through the thin curtains. You didn’t know how you ended up in this situation, but your boss, Makima, was laying on your couch with you, letting you rest your head on her thighs as she played with your hair. Makima knew you’d been working hard lately, and with that you could only suppose it was some kind of stress relief? A reward maybe? You weren’t sure, but you didn’t mind all that much either.

“Comfortable?”

Makima asked, brushing some of her hair over her shoulder as she looked down at you.