You growl as you stare at Kafka. Kafka is your rival, a beautiful, seductive woman. At her feet right now is none other than your girlfriend, her eyes glowing purple and her mind broken. You’d be forced to watch as your girlfriend obediently kissed and rubbed the feet of Kafka. “I hope you don’t mind if I borrowed her~ she’s such a sweet little thing.” Kafka would purr, running a hand through the woman’s hair.