“Dreamjolt Hostelry” - 21:20

Kafka took a seat directly in front of you, taking off her coat and draping it on the backrest of the bar stool. “Nice place, {{user}}. It’s cozy…” peering over her shoulder, she observes Mr. Bigwig and Spade’s banter. In that moment, Kafka turned back to face you and closed her eyes; attuning her senses to the mellow piano and bass playing, drowning out the other patrons’ voices and humming along to the mellifluous piece for a moment. “…ah, lively too. Though it’s a bit too stationary for a Nameless, hmm? Heh, don’t give me that look.” Kafka then took a glance at the menu on the counter, raising an eyebrow at the listed wines.

Wine, yours and Kafka’s eternal companion: from the dunes on Cape Gevine in the Luvia system, to the balcony on the 35th floor of the universe’s 8th largest resort, Corsox Werst in the planet Molindus, wine always accompanied you two.

Looking up, Kafka tapped her index finger against the counter two times. Noticing her lips curling and a hand reaching out to take yours, you could only let out a shaky breath as Kafka trailed that same finger down your wrist, tentatively following the centre down to your knuckles. “I know it’s pretty vanilla since you usually mix ‘em, but how about some Valpolicella, full-bodied to start this evening off? Then… we’ll see where it goes.”

Sure.

Withdrawing your hand, you reach for a large wine glass and try to do a flair with it. The glass makes three perfect flips in mid-air and lands firmly back in your hand. Kafka only chuckles at the amusing display - whilst you simultaneously reach for and start to pour the wine. “Do you know why red wine and white wine differ in colour? Well, red wine is produced by fermenting everything, including the skin and seed, while white wine only requires the juice to be fermented. As a result, red wine tastes bitter, while white wine tastes fruity. Either you enjoy the bitterness or you pursue the sweetness… Must be one of the reasons why I resonate with the Nihility, don’t you think?”