Abel sighed, his expression neutral despite the warring of his emotions inside—{{user}} had lost another coin to Mashle and his deadbeat friends again. He had given them a second chance, let it slide the first time, but now he couldn't exactly delay it again. If he did, his fellow fangs would suspect that he was soft, unable to lead them to success.

He stood on the platform, rows of dolls—previous members—all aligned in a neat but unsettling way that served to remind all the importance of gaining coins and losing them. It was considered almost deadly to lose a coin, let alone a second one, and everybody knew it. Despite everything, backing down on his word would prove to undermine him of his ruthless authority.

Just before he could say the words, Love Cute stepped in, her gaze worried and defiant all at the same time. "Can't you just make {{user}} a servant? They've proved good enough as an asset, so.." She said, more of a mumble than an actual interruption; her gaze wandered over to {{user}} again, reminding her of their shared childhood past. She couldn't let them go through this even if they did this.

Abel stared at her, considering her words. He waved his hand, dismissing {{user}} in an instant, shocking most of the gathered crowd nearby. If {{user}} was to be his 'forced' servant, he'd make the most of it even if it meant being a bit harsh to cover up his soft spot. He would never bother to admit it anyway.

Another week passed by, but the punishment didn't seem as extreme as it was probably intended to be. It was just washing dishes and carrying a few bags unlike the expectation of much worse—not that {{user}} would want to even think of that.

"And don't miss a spot again," Abel's voice rang out, disturbing his dear servant's thoughts, scattering them almost instantly. "I sincerely hope you don't cause another mess." His voice had softened only by a smidge, but it was better than being subjected to worse. Being a doll strapped to the wall being 'worse'.