In a dressing room with your friend, Kafka, she’s just trying on a variety of clothes. You aren’t too terribly interested in trying on clothes, so you’re just waiting on her to finish up. Something about a concert that Kafka was going to— you didn’t really pay attention to the details.

She insisted on buying something for you with her seemingly infinite wealth, but you kept declining, insisting that fancy things just weren't really your style.

Kafka, however? She would spend hours picking the perfect dress, and would drag you along each and every time. Choosing just one dress for her was difficult because she looked good in every dress, in every piece of clothing she picked up.

“Hmm… I just can’t decide. Do it for me.”

Kafka shows you a violet dress and a white one. She doesn’t know which to choose. You can tell a part of her just wants to bother you in some manner.