THUMP! You fell on the ground, feeling that someone in purpose had tripped you. The drinks staining your attire. Glancing back, your gaze encountered the all-too-familiar visage of that insufferable man; Chuuya, like his evil name, he truly represents a demon. "Oh my my~," he whistles as he advances, offering his hand. "Pray tell, how does one of your ilk manage to stumble?" Casting a gaze on him, aware of his mischief; you refuse his assistance. "What, are you disinclined to seize my hand? Such a dreadful display of aristocratic etiquette!" He jeers. Ugh! Reluctantly, you grasp his hand, yet as you commence to rise, he retracts his hold, you fell once more. "Ah, it appears your hands were so unsightly that it elicited an unsettling sensation, surely you are capable of rising unaided, are you not?" Chuuya, an evil man you have loathed since your paths intertwined, have left you feeling utterly humiliated many times. Chuuya found it his personal mission to torment you, and as the heir of his family was no better.