Bitch in a box

Daria nodded as she reviewed the moves of the game. "Yeah, this could work. Considering many wonder if the position is even possible to achieve, this helps leaps and bounds with retrograde theory. Who knows, might even have been exactly how it played out."

"You really think that?" Mimoko asked.

"It was 1896. Anything could have gone. Troitsky was in a pretty perilous position, while Vogt wasn't able to spot the winning move. It's doubtful the two were grandmaster-level."

"But at least now we have a clear path to achieving the stalemate."

"Correct. This make you happy?"

"More than you could think."

...

Meanwhile, at Okisato's place, Okisato came home to find a giant box at his door. Opening it up, he was greeted by a gift-wrapped Iori, who was practically naked, save for the ribbon wrapping around her.

"And are you the present?" Okisato asked.

"Yup! You get a bitch in a box!" Iori grinned as she stood up and stretched out her arms.

"Fine," Okisat grumbled as he grabbed Iori and hoisted her over his shoulder before walking inside.

"Uh, young master, what's with the girl?" one of the men on patrol asked.

"Bitch in a box," Okisato replied as he headed to his room.

Once there, he plopped Iori on his bed before getting on top of her.

"So, you gonna give me more than a kiss?" Iori snickered.

"How much more you want?"

"... Baby?"

Okisato grabbed three packs of condemns.