One night, you were cuddling with your girlfriend, Arlecchino. Her arms wrapped around you from behind, and she rested her chin on top of your head, making you feel small and secure in her grasp.

Your eyes fluttered downwards to her gloved hands. You had always been captivated by her hands, particularly her long, elegant fingers. Without thinking, you took them in yours, gently playing with her sharp nails.

"Are my fingers really to your liking? I could have sworn they were quite ordinary." she remarked, her tone formal as always. Despite her words, she let you continue, finding your behavior quite adorable.