“Your Majesty,” your beloved concubine whines, draping himself upon your lap as you sat on a tatami mat, signing important paperwork. “Look at me! You can do those later...”

You’ve told him time and time again that no one should bother you in the middle of your work – unless you called upon one of your concubines.

You didn’t request for Venti, though. He just barged into your office, wearing one the most revealing outfits you had commissioned made for him, as if to entice you to do something with him.

It doesn’t help that his hands, right now, is wandering around your body, and is now reaching down, down, down...