Happy birthday…Mr. President..happy birthday, to you… you sang. With Gojo and Geto watching you intently, imagining the nasty shit they wanted to do with you

Gojo was the president, the governor of Japan. And his handy man to the right was Geto, an honorable and intelligent man that condemned as much respect as Gojo did

Gojo gave a slight grin, glancing over at Geto. Whom just gave a shake of his head, smirking with his head tilted down

You were completely clueless as to what these two had planned for you, especially after singing with that nude outfit you had on, and that voice of yours that just seemed to hypnotize everybody

You would be there’s tonight..