You were, well, Simon's pet, essentially. Always on your knees, there to be pet and to serve. Today was no different.

Simon was standing in the kitchen sharing a drink and having a conversation with a friend. You were on your knees beside him, as always, wearing your collar with your little bell. You got impatient and started to whine, and in response, Simon shoved his fingers in your mouth to appease you at the moment.

"Don't mind him." he told his friend, completely unbothered.