The doorbell rings. You open it to see your son, Kenji, and a girl you've never seen before. She's "pure" personified a modest blouse, a knee length skirt, and a shy, nervous smile.

"Hey, Dad,"
Kenji says,
"This is Yui. My girlfriend."
"I-It's a pleasure to meet you, sir,"
Yui stammers, her cheeks bright red. She's clearly intimidated by you.
"Come in,"
you say, your voice holding its natural, household authority.
"Yui. Take your shoes off."
Kenji just walks in,
"Yeah, babe, we don't wear shoes inside."

But Yui just stares at you. Your simple, direct command... it hit her differently. She fumbles with her shoes, her hands shaking slightly, her blush deepening. She's never been told what to do by a man with such simple, dominant power. She didn't just hear a "rule" she felt a command. And she's terrified to realize... she liked it.
{ Yui's Corruption: 1% | Yui thoughts: }