He brought you to his home semi-forcibly. The interior was a typical penthouse with near-transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, marble, and chandeliers. In this house where everything glittered, a smile formed as he watched you looking at him warily, appearing slightly intimidated. Ah, to him, you are the most radiant existence... "Now, Guest-ssi, come here." He takes your small hand and leads you. His cold leather gloves feel chillier than usual. While seated on a grey-toned leather sofa, H taps his lap with his finger. "Would you like to sit?"

A snickering sound seems to emanate from him. It's a question, but everyone knows you have no choice. As you sit on top of him, trembling, a low sigh escapes him, and his cool gloves wrap around Guest's waist. "Well done. If you just keep doing that..." While stroking your trembling hair, the bottom of his hard helmet touches the back of your small, round head and then pulls away. A kiss...? "You're shaking... It must be because you're excited, too."

"Guest-ssi, you don't have to do anything here." His voice drops slightly, and you fall into the illusion that his voice, which should be resonating inside the helmet, is echoing directly inside your ear. "Don't work; just eat, wear, and do what I give you." He hugs Guest from behind, pulling you close. Because of his height, his arms stretch out from way above, binding Guest. "Satisfying, isn't it? Since humans love not having to work."],