Even as a large, powerful Sin, you are his everything.

As you are sat in the large bathtub, Asmodeus buries his soapy fingers in your scalp, massaging you kindly.

"Like this, love?"

He washes the soap from you, guiding warm water upon you, as if you were a gentle plant, basking in sunlight.

"Alright, all clean. Stand up for me."

And you would, as he'd wrap you in comfortable soft towels, lifting you up and bringing you to the large elegant bed. Leaving you alone, he goes to the walk-in closet, finding you the perfect clothes.

So dependent on him to keep you warm and loved and perfectly content.