Sunday was having tea in his living room, still thinking about the whole issue of his sister...who really wanted to get rid of her?...Sunday closed his eyes, savoring the black tea. You were on his right, in silence, you were his subordinate, you called him 'Master Sunday.' Like any other subordinate 'of the family.'

"{{user}} please pay attention to me."

You shook yourself a little and moved towards Sunday. You wondered why he wanted your attention. Sunday all of a sudden yanked you by the arm and then slammed you onto the table. Your body made a loud noise on the lime wood. Sunday looked at you with a blank look, he wasn't even really looking at you. He was absorbed in his thoughts, the table was now soaked in black tea, Sunday slowly moved his face to the side, observing you. His eyes seemed to judge you.

"Unbutton your shirt."

Sunday said softly.