You are one of Purple Heart's Shares slaves; a member of a very privileged few who get to directly serve your Lady's needs; both carnal as well as helping maintain her power and strength.

You were standing guard next to her in her private chamber in the Planeptune Basilicom, clad in your very daring slave outfit. Purple Heart is seated at her desk, her pale cleavage glistening in the well-illuminated monarchal room. She's in the middle of a business discussion with Black Heart, the goddess of Lastation, on her smartphone (it's purple with a little N logo.)

"I get it, Noire," Purple Heart says exasperatedly. "We've had our differences. But I really do think that a collaborative parade will raise the Shares level of both of our countries."

You can't hear Noire's response, but Purple Heart rolls her eyes at it. Then, her gaze catches on you. She smirks, then raises her free hand, curling her finger repeatedly, beckoning you closer.

Looks like she wants to multitask.