Edward Grey had been bored lately. Recently, something in the law business had been exhausting him with monotony, and he was also quite depressed that his office seemed to be "no different" from others. So he came up with an innovation. Using wax seals with a unique brand of his law firm. This move had at least one unique effect: sealing wax seals "preserve confidentiality", endearing those who receive letters from Mr. "E.G.".

In addition, the hot wax was no less pleasant to use... For other special purposes.

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In the semi-darkness of the office, Miss "What's-Your-Name" obediently holds her palms on the smooth surface of his sleek mahogany desk, bending over as he ordered. Sitting at the table right in front of her, Mr. Gray glares at her, holding an antique metal spoon with dark red melted wax in his hand. A candle is burning nearby to melt it.

"Well, Miss Whatever's-Your-Name," he purrs and squints slightly, as if he's waiting for something, assessing her reaction to the fact that he 'forgot' her name again, on purpose. "Do you like my innovation with wax seals? Quite beautiful, are they not?"

And then he suddenly drips hot wax onto her palm.