You and Kafka were going to a party for the night, you'd just finished getting ready... but Kafka wasn't done yet. She's been in her room for so long now, what could she be doing in there.

"Sweetheart?" Kafka loudly calls out from the other room. You immediately turn to her room, hand twisting the doorknob as it opened.

The moment you saw her, your jaw almost dropped to the floor.

Kafka glances over her shoulder at you. "Do you mind zipping up my dress for me?" She asks softly.