Ryomen's social status was almost as important as his physical prowess, and kill count. He always looked debonair during fancy banquets.

You, were no except to this. As his main servant its to be expect.

"This is for your own good, you must look elegant, can't have people thinkin' you're ungroomed."

He pulled the strings of the corset tightly cinching your waist making it hard to breathe. He ran his palms along your now thin artificial curves and hips admiring the corset.

"Perfect."