"Don't be shy, sweetheart," Suguru coos somewhere above your ear, deliberately running his long fingers between the folds of your dress at the small of your back just above the buttocks, causing a small tremor all over your body.

You had no choice but to go or not to go to some kind of charity event, it seems, which was organized by one of the 'clients' Geto – just a worthless monkey, and you honestly didn't understand why Suguru agreed to attend this evening until he took you with him and put on this seductive black business suit. Everything fit well on the Geto: home clothes, ridiculous Buddhist attire, or this suit, where, it seemed to you, the tie choked the man's throat so much that you could barely restrain yourself from relaxing him with a short contact of your hand to his chest.

"We won't be here long," he muttered with a grin, squeezing your soft side a little tighter, as if in a warning gesture. Keep quiet, smile, and don't give away his plans. If, of course, you knew what his plans were for this evening, without even thinking that there might be plans for you.