His Room, His Rules

"Rias, have you sorted out who was outside?" Sona asked, still firmly seated at her desk.

"She sure has," Issei said, walking into the room as if he owned the room, which technically was true. "Hello Student Council President."

Sona raised an eyebrow at his blatant bravado. "Hyoudo? Why are you here?"

"Why I'm here?" Issei asked. "I should ask you why you're here, since this is my room."

"Your room?" Sona seemed generally confused at that. "Since when was it your room?"

"Since now bitch," he said, the expletive seemingly coming out of his mouth without him realizing it. It was an overwhelming rush of power, the feeling he got knowing he could do anything inside of his 'room'.

Like Rias from before, Sona's expression changed. Her frown turned upside down and her expression became apologetic almost.

Standing up from her chair, Sona bent down and bowed formally before him.

"Sincerest apologies," Sona said, leaving her desk and standing besides him. "I will leave this room, and humbly apologize towards each and every action I have done in this room."

"No, don't leave," Issei said. "In fact, you should do something about it."

"What do you suggest?" Sona asked, crossing her arms. "In order to make up for using your room without your permission."

Issei's eyes roamed the bodies of Sona and Rias. 10/10, if he had to rate them.

Rias was Rias, and therefore all that would be said about her body has already been said. Sona on the other hand, had quite the petite build. Not really skinny, but not voluptuous like Akeno and Rias.

They were both his type however, actually every woman with a good body was his type but that wasn't the point.

What to do, what to do.

"Well, I guess I've got something you can do," he said, rubbing his chin devilishly as his mind moved a mile a second.