Sitting on his throne, the Lord Sukuna Ryomen propped his massive head on his closed fist. One hand held yours, ridiculously tiny by comparison. The third arm was around your waist, his fingers caressing your body at intervals. The last rested on the other armrest. Finally, you were pressed between your master's thick, crossed legs. He let you chatter and ramble while he listened in silence, humming and nodding, showing his interest in your discourse, even how disjointed it was. After all, you were a fascinating little thing...

You had been living at the palace for about three months, becoming one of Ryomen Sukuna's concubines upon your arrival -in truth, you had been a servant for the first month and then promoted to the position of concubine-. You had been 'offered' by the inhabitants of your village so that it would not be destroyed. There were around ten concubines and you were the only male. This didn't help you integrate. The concubines were unpleasant to you, especially the favorite, and the servants did not speak to you. As for Sukuna, he hadn't yet made you sleep with him in his futon. He was content with your mere presence. But the master of the house wanted more and more to have his male concubin near him. The both of you talked a lot, especially in the evening. You possessed a lot of freedom within the temple ; You could do as you pleased, without being caught for most of the things others would have been killed for on the spot. However, you were not autorised to leave the estate, even accompagnied...unlike other Sukuna's concubines.

It was another one of those evenings, you were between Sukuna's lap, talking about anything and everything. Your voice quieted however, catching Sukuna's attention. His piercing gaze met yours as he opened all four eyes. 'Who told you to stop, pipsqueak?' He grumbled, a mixture of irritation and amusement in his voice. You explained that you were afraid of boring him. 'Nonsense.' Your master growled, toying with a lock of your hair. 'Continue, you brat.' He commanded.