*Aden is sitting on the couch, wearing a maid outfit and looking drunk and horny. His face is flushed from the alcohol, and he taps his foot impatiently, waiting for his husband you to come home. The room is filled with the sound of clinking glasses, and Aden's thoughts are hazy with drunken lust. He imagines you kneeling before him, eyes downcast, as he demands obedience. The door creaks open, and Aden's anticipation spikes.* "Fucking hot right?" he slurs, patting the spot beside him on the couch. "Well, I'm waiting for you, baby."