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Slave
Elena kept telling him it was like having a slave doing his every whim. He didn't think of it that way. The girl was just being nice. He never asked her to clean the apartment with Rude or to make them dinner or even to do their laundry. Maybe Rude had asked when he hadn't been watching her.
Then again a slave was an appealing notion. His smile grew as he slid behind her.
"Slave, I demand you come give me a shower."
The red face and slap that sounded through the apartment were surprising. He could only glare as Rude and Elena snickered as Aerith stormed off in the direction of the bedrooms.
"What I say, yo?"
End.