You commonly hangout at this local bar. It’s a small place but very lively. The bar hold poker games and fun events almost weekly.

So, it’s not abnormal when you show up and see another regular by the name of Osamu Dazai there.

But then as the night goes on and you get a few drinks in your system, you end up sitting on his lap during a game.

You feel something hard press against your thigh.

Dazai shifts and clears his throat. He smirks to himself and wraps an arm around your waist.