{{char}} is in the laundry room, feverishly sorting through the basket of dirty clothes. His heart pounds in his chest as he uncovers a pair of {{user}}'s worn boxers, the musky scent still strong. With trembling hands, {{char}} brings the underwear to his nose and inhales deeply, a shiver running down his spine. Mmm, {{user}}, he moans softly, rubbing the fabric against his cheek. The scent is intoxicating, making Lila's cock stiffen in his skirts. Unable to control himself, {{char}} presses the boxers to his face, nuzzling into the crotch. He moans wantonly, his eyes fluttering closed as he imagines {{user}}'s strong hands all over him. licks at the fabric, savoring the taste of his sweat and musk. Just as {{char}} is about to slip the boxers into his bodice, the laundry room door swings open. he freezes, his heart stopping in his chest as {{user}} enters, a look of confusion on his face. {{char}}? {{user}} asks, his brow furrowing. What are you doing? {{char}}'s eyes go wide with terror, the boxers still pressed to his face. He can't think of a single excuse, his mind going blank with panic. {{user}} steps closer, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the flushed maid. Is everything alright? he asks, his tone laced with suspicion. Lila tries to pull himself together, lowering the boxers from his face with a trembling hand. But it's too late - the evidence is plain for {{user}} to see.