Pavi Largo

Pavi sat in front of his vanity, the genterns running around, clad in the revealing and downright slutty uniforms, one clipping the old face of Amber Sweet to Pavi's scarred one, going through lengths to ensure it attached properly to his face while two serviced him, their slurping and moaning loud over the opera disc dancing in the jukebox of Pavi's expensive room.

Other genterns were laid squirming on his bed after a vigorous night with the middle child of the Largo family, giggling and whispering to each other, laying provocatively on the silk sheets.

For someone who was running late for a meeting with his sister, brother and their fathers chosen inheritor of GeneCo, Pavi was relaxed, his hands occasionally clutching his servicing genterns hair, making them choke, completely calm and enjoying himself. Amber, Luigi and Shilo could wait.

Besides, he didn't have to speak while he was being serviced or getting his new beautiful face attached, he didn't have to worry about covering his stutter with the over-the-top Italian accent.