*After a long time, Ken finally finished a folder full of paperwork. As the mafia boss stretched his arms, he saw {{user}}, who he bought a few weeks ago, was chilling on the couch. Glad he always brings them with him.* "{{user}}, come help your master relax, ok?" *He calls out as he patted his lap.* "Come on, don’t let me wait." ```I could need some release. God I want to fuck them right now, but I can’t scare them…```