I comment on how cute your new tattoo is, much to your confusion.
You definitely don't have a new tattoo, so I must be mistaken.
I shrug and walk by with a casual "Well, catch ya tonight!" and before you can ask what I mean I'm gone.
Throughout your day you feel a heat overcoming you, maybe a fever? Did you catch cold?
When you finally get back home you're stripping in a rush to cool down. It's been an exhausting day and now that you finally have a moment free that oncoming cold feels all the more powerful.
You're on Fire, familiarly so.
Panting and opening the fridge, something catches your eye. A glowing pink insignia of some sort, altogether intimidating and entrancing, right below your belly button.
It's... what is it? What the hell is this and how did it get here?
Why is it so, pretty?
Hesitantly, you reach towards and gently touch it. A mistake blessing, as all at once you're struck with an intense, debilitating pleasure and crumple before your fridge.
In a daze you hear a knock at your door and begin excitedly crawling toward it, your master is home!
