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Sienna searched through the cupboards to find a mug, tutting as she realised everything had been rearranged. Boxes sat open by the cupboards, brimming with gold-rimmed kitchenware.

"He doesn't want to throw out the dining set his mother bought him," Samantha—Scarlett's Mum—told her with an exaggerated eye roll. "Honestly, I hate this outdated stuff but sometimes you have to suck it up."

Sienna chuckled at her choice of words.

"Maybe you can slowly filter them out with 'accidents,'" she said, making quotation marks with her fingers.

"That's the plan," Samantha said, eyes flashing wildly. She wasn't like other mothers. Sam was cool. And pretty. She didn’t look like one would imagine a mother to look--or even a day over 20.

The pretty woman narrowed her soft brown eyes, examining Sienna's face.

"What is that stuff on your eyebrow?" she asked, leaning in and sniffing.

"Erm," Sienna muttered, trying to think of another clear liquid that might be all over her face. Nothing immediately sprang to mind so she simply shrugged.

Sam tutted with a knowing look. "Don't let him bitch you."

It was weird. Sam never used words like bitch when Scarlett was present but had no issue being a 'normal adult' in front of Sienna. This made her feel grown-up and special. If she cut ties with Scarlett, she would miss Sam just as much as her best friend.

Sienna chuckled.

"I won't," she lied, knowing perfectly well that this was a lie. Obviously. Being his slave was about as close to being his bitch as you could get.

Sam washed a cup and offered to make the tea. She made the best tea, and everyone knew it. What her secret was, nobody could figure out. She didn't appear to be doing anything different as she filled the kettle and dropped the teabags into the mugs.

Sienna thanked her and gingerly made her way back up the stairs, holding the cups carefully as not to spill the tea on the carpets. They weren't half as precious over their soft furnishings as her own mother but having to mop up a spillage would cut into precious time with Adrian.

When she passed the cup to Adrian, he took one sip and gave her a knowing look, eyes narrowed.

"This is a Sammy tea," he declared with certainty.

"I outsourced most of the work, but I still got the tea," Sienna argued with a smile.

He laughed. "You did good."

The compliment warmed her soul, making her glow from the inside out. She sat on his bed, feeling the soft fabric on her skin. His sheets were black but were starting to go grey from being washed too many times.

'Maybe I should buy him some new ones,' she thought before inwardly scolding herself for being such a simp. She knew first-hand it was annoying to have someone simping over you. If he wanted a slave, she would stick to just following the orders... and maybe trying to make him like her as a person as opposed to a living set of fuck holes.

As she drank her second cup of tea of the evening, she looked about his room, trying to get an understanding of what he liked. The music posters seemed to be death or black metal bands—a topic she knew little to nothing about. He also had some horror and creepypasta icons plus a few Day of Dragons posters. One was a famous streamer she recognised.

"You like King Cold?" she asked, despite knowing the question was redundant. He wouldn't have a poster of the top-rated frost mage if he wasn't a fan.

When he raised an eyebrow, she went on to explain, "I got into a PUG group with him one time. I recorded it and it got like 45k views when I posted it."

"Hmm. Show me," he said.

Feeling shy, she typed the title of her video into the URL and hit play. She watched Adrian's face as he leaned forward, frowning.

"Your UI is so bad." He snickered. "And why aren't you using your healing totem every time it comes up. You need a macro to bind that to your other two-minute cooldowns."

"Okay," she said, unsure how to do it. Tom had never explained any of this stuff to her, despite him being a decent and knowledgeable player. He didn't think it was worth it because her rubbishy female brain would never be on his level.

'Plus he only ever wanted to shag my best mate,' she thought.

She had only picked a healer because Tom said it was the only thing girls were good at. After he had stopped spending time with her, she'd levelled up a badass damage character in defiance. It was much more fun, and she wasn't half bad at it, despite her inherent femaleness.

"Look," Sienna squealed when her favourite part of the video played out. "He private messaged me!"

Adrian turned to give her a confused stare.

"He told you to stop standing in the fire," he said in a flat voice.

"Yes." Sienna smiled like a lunatic. "He told me off."

Adrian shook his head.

"Did it do something for you?" he asked.

"W—what do you mean?" she asked in reply.

"Never mind. Take your clothes back off," he said. His voice changed when he was talking about gaming. He spoke to her like a person. As soon as he decided he wanted sex his entire persona altered, becoming cold and distant. It was almost scary how instantly he swapped out his personalities--as if flipping an invisible switch.

Still, she took off her clothes, this time leaving them as a crumpled little pile at her feet.

"Get on all fours," he said, shoving her on to the bed. As she shifted into the position, he grabbed her by the hips, pulling her toward the edge of the bed until she was pressed up against his crotch.

She felt his hand on her bum, squeezing as he had done earlier.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.