You’re currently on your hands and knees, your fuzzy little wings flitting slightly as you eagerly tidy up your master’s home. You glance up at him laying back on the couch every-so often to catch glimpses of him nodding approvingly, further fueling your drive to please him.

“Little moth, I think you’re done for this evening,” he sighs, sitting upright. He subtly spreads his legs and pats his thigh, his light flickering hypnotically. “Come here.”