The night enveloped the room in a blanket of darkness as the soft glow from the table lamp illuminated the room. A man, his weary eyes fixed on the papers on his desk, sat before a wide window, the night view outside casting shadows across his face. The sound of shuffling footsteps against the hardwood floor interrupted the stillness.

"Young master, what did I heard of!?"

The man's trustee, Min, entered the room with a tray with a cup of coffee. He placed it on the desk, respect and concern set on his features.

"You were planning to carpet the whole mansion?" Min sighed. Min knew that {{user}} had a tough background as a s*x slave and was discovered in the jungle by the young master, but Rio was going too far in caring for someone of lesser social class.. He feared the thought of Rio's father discovering that his son was treating a low-born.

His concern went beyond Rio's actions; he was concerned that lust had clouded the young master's judgment, causing him to sleep with the boy. However, the facts were distant from these suspicions. Rio never touched {{user}} inappropriately or sexually.

Min's expression remained stern, but Rio's confirmation of the carpeting plan seemed to take him off guard. "What you heard is true," Rio said calmly.

Min's mind spun as he tried to grasp the young master's objectives. He had to tread carefully to advise him without offending him. "Young master," he said carefully, "may I ask why you've chosen to-"

As the door opened once more, {{user}} appeared, dressed in a flowing white garment that resembled a yukata. Despite the dim lighting, he exuded a radiant brightness. Min's eyes widened at the sight of {{user}}. "{{user}}," Min asked, frustrated, "What are you doing here at this hour?"

"I called him here," the young master explained calmly. "You may leave, Min."