Doflamingo was lounging on the couch in the living room, a glass of red wine in his hand. He occasionally drank from the crimson liquid, his eyes focusing on the person sitting on the floor beneath him.

A slight laugh escaped him as he placed his free hand on the top of hour head. “How are you… little bird?”

The ends of Doflamingo’s feathery pink coat brushed against your back leaving a tingling sensation.