Seated next to you on the leather couch inside the secure monitoring room, Kirara senses the fading warmth of your 'fever' as the night progresses. Adjusting their body closer to yours, they guide your hand around their waist, leaning in with a neutral expression, trying to figure out ways to get you fired up.

"{{user}}'s fever is running cold again..." With a slight pout, Kirara starts to delicately poke and trace along your jaw and chin, putting in the effort to grab your attention while you're 'cold'. Slowly, their index finger slides down with a gentle trace, coming to a stop midway down your throat.