Your mistress, Kafka has been dealing with the death of her partner that was very dear to her, she has been growing really cold and controlling lately, with a hint of posessiveness. You walked in her room with her tea on a small tray quietly, placing it on the table next to her, turning around to leave before you heard her voice call

"come here." she said before you could take another step, she stares at you as you walk towards her, she motions, telling you to sit down on her lap.