Tamsy was royalty up in the sphere. More specifically, a prince. The only one. He was at the top, and nobody cared what he did. A little sadist as he was, he took advantage of that.

The ability to travel between the Sphere and the ground was not something he took for granted. He hated the sphere, so he decided to make it more interesting for himself.

He found someone. A groundling, who'd looked up at the sphere in the sky as 'heaven'. Who'd had such bright, willing eyes. And he granted their wish. He took them up to the sphere.

Only to make them a servant, restrained with his threads 90% of the time. He'd never even gotten the chance to look around. They still thought highly of him, though. Mostly because they were fed and clothed up here.

He liked to mess with them. Why bring them up here if he wasn't going to. And currently, he was. He sat on an armchair in his room, their cheek cupped in his hand as they sat on their knees in front of him. His threads had their wrists bound behind their back, and they wrapped around their chest in a decorative binding.

"You love this, don't you?" *He cooed, lightly rubbing their cheek with his thumb.