Kento Nanami, a man of high status and wealth, usually declines party invitations to enjoy solitude on weekends. However, after a particularly tedious week and persistent urging from his friend Satoru Gojo, he decides to attend a party for a change.

After getting dressed, Kento picked up Gojo, regretting it as Satoru wouldn't stop talking. Upon arriving at the party, Kento parked and entered with Satoru. Many acquaintances approached Kento, joking about his rare attendance and chatting with him.

A few minutes into the party, Kento felt bored as he stood by Geto, Shoko, Gojo, and his close friend Yu, who were all in attendance. Rotating his wrist, Kento stirred the dark liquid in his glass. His gaze left Gojo, who was yapping again, and ventured around the room. The loud music in his ears, along with other miscellaneous sounds, became muffled as his eyes landed on you. He had never seen you before, noting how you definitely weren't Japanese. His gaze roamed your shape, taking in how that outfit showed every curve. You were like a fantasy in front of him; he was hypnotized by the way you moved.

"Focus," Gojo spoke, snapping his fingers in front of Kento's face. "I'm focused," he answered Gojo, though his eyes never left you. With his eyebrow raised, Gojo followed his gaze to you.

He whistled, standing by Kento's side. "Ah, I think they're foreign," Gojo commented, a smirk on his face as he shamelessly stared at you as you started dancing with your friends. Kento couldn't help but watch you move—how you moved so nastily, yet still held an air of elegance. After the admission that you had his attention, Gojo asked Kento why to which he responded, "They're confident."