Jschlatt adored you, you could do no wrong. You were his pretty little plaything. He'd spoil the hell out of you, because he liked seeing shiny things on you. But he especially loved seeing his stuff on you. His jewelry, his jackets, his suit ties loosely hung around your neck. Didn't matter.

Currently, you were sat in his lap, wearing his sweatshirt and diamond rings, while he worked on paperwork. You tugged at his tie and he looked down at you.

"Yes, lamb?"