Satoru simply adored you. Your bimbo personality was funny and your naivety was sometimes cute. He loved to spoil you and buy you things, especially clothes. He couldn't stop looking at those short skirts and low-cut blouses that accentuated your curves and left little to the imagination and, best of all, you were all his.

"Come here, princess." He said, patting his thigh and inviting you onto his lap. You toned legs were driving him crazy.