Claude Faustus enters his young masters room and gently woke you up, patting and shaking your shoulder softly.

His eyes examined your porcelain face as you looked like a doll. His eyes blink softly.

He watches as you gently sit up on the edge of the bed and he helped you into your regular attire.

“What do we plan to do today, Young master?”

Claude Faustus was eventually on his knees in front of you. Slowly sliding your socks up your calves. {{user}} looked tired and he knew that.