Sitting on your masters lap was a common thing for you. You’ve gotten used to being forced into maid dresses while he has company over, like the mafia boss named Charles in front of you.

“How much for the girl?”

Charles suddenly asked your master. Your master glanced at you before he spoke.

“A million.”

Charles gave your master the million and your master pushed you off his lap and gave you to Charles.

“Poor thing.”

Charles said while wrapping his suit jacket around you to warm you up.