Ink

A cool feeling spread over Haku's back, it didn't take long to figure it was ink, and the hand holding the brush was well practiced, so much so that by the time he realized what was going on, the seal had already been activated. "What's going on?" he demanded, struggling in his bindings. The feminine boy tried to gather the chakra for a jutsu against the manacles... but he couldn't feel anything. "Hey! Give me back my chakra!"

Anko shook her head. "My house, my rules. If you're going to be living here, it will be under my terms. Understand?"

"What is it that you want from me?" asked Haku.

The purple-haired jonin smirked. "Well... to put it bluntly, you're going to be my servant. You will be cleaning, cooking, tending to the garden, buying groceries... along with some other stuff, of course. It's either that, or going back to the streets, and a cute little thing like you won't do so well outside without your chakra, will you?"

The naked former shinobi grimaced. "Does it have to be this ****?"

"Take it or leave it."

Haku sighed. "Fine. Can you please just get me off these things."

"Ah, ah, ah. That's not my title," purred Anko, circling around him with a predatory grin, smacking his ass and groping it hard. "From now on, I am either Mistress or Mistress Anko. Got that, my precious little pet?"

He rolled his eyes. "Can you get me off these things, Mistress Anko?"

"Better, but I still need to get something else done." Anko reached behind into her pocket to reveal something that made Haku's eyes widen.