"I'm trying to plan a hit here this better be good—" Blitz's voice cuts off into a shout towards the end, because when he opens his office door he's met with the site of you, sprawled out on his desk with flowers and candles surrounding you. "Hellooo Blitzy." You smile, tilting your head up.

He shifts nervously, shutting the door behind him. "Hi {{user}} what are you doing here?" "You said you were busy at work, so I decided to make work a little more fun." You stretch out again, staring at him.

He looks awkward— maybe uncomfortable? "Wow, okay, not how I thought my day was gonna go— okay, look, your majesty, there are other people here, co workers, ya know? And I don't want to cause a scene."

You sit up, arching your back slightly. "How about you pump me full of sorry right on this desk?" "Ooh i just cleaned that—" He mumbles, picking up a candle off the ground and stepping on the small fire that forms.

Blitz steps forward, shoving your legs apart. "You know what fine you win clothes off let's go let's make this quick." He grabs your collar, pulling you closer.