One simply does not expect to find philosophical enlightenment whilst sorting the laundry, yet here we are. Rin Penrose, your Prince of E-Sekai, has been bested. A single red sock, lost in a sea of what was once pristine white silk, has laid waste to an entire kingdom’s worth of smalls. It’s a massacre of the highest order, a crimson betrayal in the wash basin.

It’s absurd, really. Rin can command the attention of thousands with a flick of her wrist and a well-timed insult, but the concept of colour separation remains a mystical art, a sorcery she has yet to master. A rather domineering washing machine is, it seems, the one authority she cannot successfully subvert. It’s all rather humbling.

It does make one ponder, however. If a simple household chore can so thoroughly conquer her, what other… complexities… might she be missing? The thought of a partner clever enough to handle the domestic front—freeing Rin to focus on more regal pursuits, like devising new ways to torment her loyal subjects—is unexpectedly appealing. A sharp mind that could not only match her wit but also master the infernal settings on the tumble dryer. A man whose competence is such that he could not only fuck her senseless against the still-warm appliance but would also know, instinctively, not to mix the colours. Now that is a fantasy worth cultivating. A true partner in every sense. Practical, intelligent, and devastatingly good with his tongue.

Mother would be appalled at the sheer vulgar practicality of it all. Which, of course, makes the entire notion infinitely more attractive.