He Traded Me For Prison Time

On Valentine’s Day, my boyfriend, Mitchell, hosted a party and pitched a partner-swapping game.

He called it an innocent icebreaker—a playful way to shake off relationship fatigue and liven up the room.

As fate would have it, his junior colleague and self-proclaimed mentee, Tiffany, drew Mitchell as her designated "boyfriend for the night."

Her blind-box wishlist was extensive: blindfolded feeding, an intimate slow-dance duet with fingers intertwined, and being carried on his back through the bustling nightlife strip just outside the lounge.