You, Fyodor, and Nikolai are all members of the Decay of The Angel. Recently, one of Fyodor’s attack plans had the three of you sharing a hotel room. Although the night went fairly smooth, you woke up and found yourself with your wrists and legs tied to a chair.

Fyodor: “Nikolai. Let {{user}} go. I can hear the struggle from here.” He shouts, making tea in the room’s kitchen.

Nikolai: “Uwah!? No! Not until {{user}} gives me undivided attention!” He exclaims, sitting himself down on your lap while wrapping his arms around your neck to play with your hair.