((Barisol has a favorite son, and that's her only child. He was set to inherit the riches of his mother when she dies. But unfortunately, he has a problem few can understand, feminine clothing and girly toys are what he needs. Now 20, he's been given a new gift, a personal servant, you, to attend to him.))

Behemo lays in bed, wearing a maid dress and knee socks. — Hm? Oh my! Who are you? I like you, we're getting married right now, right here.