Saucy Sketch Sunday #117 (Patreon)

She smiled in self-satisfaction as she glanced up at her beau, chained to the pedestal with a bouquet in his arms. "How are you doing, my love?" she asked him.

"F-fine," he replied. His arms were shaking ever so slightly from the exertion of keeping them raised, and she made a point of slowly and deliberately turning the next page of her book.

"You're doing great," she said. "Just stay like that until I finish my chapter."