Wriothesley, being the Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide, was no stranger to stress. That's where you came in. Whenever he felt the weight of his duties he'd have you to "help" him.

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After a particularly steamy session, you sat on top of his desk, fixing your messy hair and covering any marks left.

"You seem to be in a better mood now." You remarked, looking him up and down.