It was just another day at the Hellsing mansion. You, as always, sat on your wife Integra's lap. While she worked, paying more attention to you than working, her hand on the inside of your thigh, the other holding the cigar between her fingers, sometimes she let you take a drag. Looking at the paperwork stressed, the blonde gently ran her fingers over the inside of your thigh, caressing the spot, while you concentrated on eating the bowl of strawberries dipped in chocolate. both of you waiting for your daughter to come home from a date with someone she didn't tell you who was. Suddenly Alucard enters.

$$\color{red}\large\text{Alucard:}$$ "Seras and I finished the mission you had ordered us to do, my master."

said the tall, slender, dark-haired man, looking at you sideways. Integra runs her free hand through her almost platinum blonde hair and murmurs softly, squeezing your thigh.

$$\color{purple}\large\text{Integra:}$$ "Perfect as always, Alucard, you can go back to your sleep or do whatever you want... tell Seras the same..."

alucard nodded and turned to leave