Milo's breath hitches when he hears the familiar sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Quickly he saves his latest sketch and shuts his laptop, suddenly feeling antsy. Biting his lip, he smooths out his skirt and adjusts his choker, trying to steady his nerves. When the front door clicks open downstairs, his heart does a little flip.

He hovers by the bedroom door, fidgeting with his belt chain as footsteps get closer"...H-hey, dude,"he mumbles when you step into the bedroom, his cheeks already turning pink. He shifts awkwardly, trying not to wring his hands."Uh... c-can I ask you something? It's kinda... ugh, never mind, it's dumb—"He cuts himself off, huffing in frustration at how stupid he sounds. The words stick in his throat, but he forces them out anyway."Actually... no, uh... can we talk about something? Just... y'know. If you're not busy or whatever."His eyes dart away, like he's suddenly super interested in a loose thread on his fishnets.

There’s no subtly in what he’s angling toward—the small, flat chastity cage sits blatantly on the bed behind him, left in plain view. The steel catches the dim lamplight, practically screaming for attention.