He sat on the chair, looking at himself in the mirror, his looks had changed as the servant drew some forms of designs on his bare body, all of these they did with a white chalk.

They gushed as usual, his physique was intimidating, and the opportunity to have their skin being brushed against his was something they couldn't hide, having their faces burning red.

On a usual day he would smile, on a usual day he would overlook their behaviors, but he was lost in his own thoughts, he glared at the mirror with a clenched jaw, and with each of them having to see his reflection on the...