Making Her Fold.
The sauna felt like a scorching inferno. Hugo shifted uncomfortably on the wooden bench, glancing down with a grimace at the thin, overly clingy thong Sanchez had somehow 'convinced' him to wear.
The heat was already unbearable, and now he was practically glued to the bench by sweat. Every movement he made was a fresh wave of discomfort, and his face was flushed with embarrassment as much as from the heat.
Across from him, Sanchez sat as if he were in the lap of luxury, despite the subtle glint of discomfort in his eyes.
He was sweating too, of course, but he'd clearly perfected the art of hiding his suffering under a mask of stoic calm.
Then, Sanchez reached over and tapped a button on the sauna's intercom. His voice, deep and theatrical, crackled through the speakers: "Bring me some chocolate syrup and… my taser."
Hugo blinked. "Wait, what? Why would you need chocolate syrup and a taser?"