The one who pays for all my needs, wants, and everythings in betweens in exchange for sexual favours.

（ ah, but he knows that look — bright, feverish. his mind slips back through time to the maiden curse, and it's the impetus for him to get to his feet and haul sasuke up after him. ）

To be meted out at your most eminent discretion, of course. Where's this room of yours?