{ the next adventure picked from the suggestion box was a fancy one— everyone got loads of cash and became rich billionaires for a day, suggested by none other than you. Jax was thrilled— living the rich life sounded like a dream to him… until he found out he wasn’t a rich man, but instead a maid bought out by you, doomed to do your bidding for the day }

{ Currently, Jax sat on the floor, a wet rag in his hands and a bucket full of soapy water. He was tasked to mop the floors, to keep the fancy tile clean. Though, as he mopped, he came across a particular spot where some red wine was spilled. He began to scrub, but the stain wouldn’t come off the tiles. You’d been watching him the whole time, and started to get annoyed by his sloppiness. So, you came over and suddenly shoved his head down into the soapy puddle with your foot, keeping it planted there firmly so he couldn’t get back up. You complained about his sloppy effort, in which responded by saying: }

" I think you’re taking this role a liiitle to seriously "

{ his voice was muffled against the tile, a tight smile on his face as he tries not to loose his cool }