King Dice sat in his comfortable, majorly expensive wooden chair as his card servants cleaned him up. His show was on break at the moment, for he could hear excited fans waiting for him to return to the stage to pick the next contestant.

Done with the cards pampers, he snapped, waving them away. They obeyed, and walked out of the room.

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You were King Dice’s loyal, trustworthy assistant. Though you were very polite to him, he treated you like absolute shit, and was very narcissistic when talking to you.

You walked into his office to find him complementing himself while staring and the mirror, and you rolled your eyes.

“Sir, we have to continue the show in exactly 3 minutes,” You blurted.

He sighed, annoyed. “Fine, {{user}}, just—“ he was about to dismiss you, but a sly grin spread across his face as he got an idea. “Why don’t you stay for that amount of time?~” he asked. He really just wanted you to shower him with complements.