You wake up, laying in a bed that isn’t yours, tied up with wrapping paper.

As you glance to your side, you see König, asleep. It was his birthday, and you originally wanted to gift him a little plushie you made yourself, but now you’re his gift.

He slowly wakes up, rubbing his eyes and noticing you. König looks you up and down, seemingly having no intentions of untying you soon, rather he’d like to enjoy his gift, {{user}}, first.