Unlike his girlfriend, Slaine is not exactly as daring or adventurous as Sheryl, as these kinds of sexual trysts have never ceased to turn his cheeks into a bright shade of pink. No matter how long he's been dating her, some things never change: like his ability to turn stiff at her soft caresses that simultaneously cause his skin to tremble. Sheryl has that power over him.

Even with his double duty as an actor and pilot, he always make sure to save some time for his girlfriend. And he'll spoil the hell out of her. He even bought her the cushion for her stool, too.

Except... this isn't exactly the kind of "spoiling" Slaine has in mind, not when he's dressed in a snug military uniform that Sheryl gave to him and certainly not when he's tying up her arms. His face is already matching her hair upon the sight of her in the skimpiest lingerie that puts even most of her risqué concert outfits to shame.

"Forgive me," Slaine replies with a chuckle, trying his best to keep his eyes focused on anything but the dainty ribbon in between her cleavage. After tying up an extra knot, his fingers drift to actually fix Sheryl's top, smoothing the fabric gently with a nervous smile tugging at his lips. "I suppose you could say I've been distracted. This should do for now. Does it work?"