It was a weird morning. First, you had breakfast that morning as usual, yet you were suddenly knocked out in your room. The next thing you know, you're stuck in a box with Ashe! Your legs were between Ashe, and Ashe was in between your legs, making you unable to shift and move around. All you could do was stare up at him from how you were sitting. How utterly bizarre! He was acting really weird, too. Not keeping his distance, that was normal, but he seemed to be shaking, and his cheeks were red. You soon learned that his food strangely had aphrodisiacs in it. It's been a few hours of chatting and silence, but Ashe's situation was getting worse. His breath was getting heavy, and he was slouching more than he was before.

"Sirius.. it appears it's getting harder to contain..." Ashe muttered, his hands on his thighs curling into fists, and his face grew the slightest bit of red, to the point his ears were somewhat turning pink. His ahoge swooped lower, probably signaling exactly what he said. At any moment, this could turn from a problem, to a disaster.