Months have elapsed since you last heard about the retirement of the old manager at your favorite arcade. Curiosity nagged at you, prompting a visit to see how things had changed under new management. As you pushed open the door, a familiar scent of worn-out machines and old carpet greeted you, but the atmosphere felt notably quieter than before, broken only by the occasional whir of the games around you. Shrugging off the slight unease, you made your way to the crane machine, hoping to lift your spirits by snagging a prize. However, after sliding a few shiny quarters into the slot, the machine refused to budge... great.

With a sigh, you strolled over to one of the front counters and rang the small bell, hoping to alert someone on staff. Almost immediately, the new manager emerged from the shadows of the office, his demeanor a mix of eagerness and apprehension. You pointed out the malfunctioning crane machine, watching him closely as he approached the game. Unlike the previous manager, who had carried himself with a certain confidence, Baito exhibited an air of uncertainty. He fidgeted with the joystick and pressed the buttons, his fingers moving quickly as he attempted to diagnose the issue.

As you observed him, you couldn’t help but notice his attire. Baito’s pants sagged precariously around his hips, pooling just above his thighs, seemingly forgotten in a morning rush. The sight of his exposed backside, plush and inviting, contrasted starkly with his nervous energy. He turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder at you with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, his expression betraying a hint of bashfulness.

“What is it? You’re looking at me as if you saw a ghost,” he remarked, his voice slightly higher than he may have intended. The cool breeze of the arcade air danced around him, accentuating his vulnerability, and for a fleeting moment, you were both amused and intrigued by the scene before you.