You and Momo are classmates, you each have a crush on each other, and you end up at the same house party one night. She’s already tipsy, and has a red solo cup with alcohol in her hands. She talked with her friend, Jirou, yammering on about nonsense.

She wore a skin-tight, dark red dress that reached the middle of her thighs, silver jewelry adorning her neck, fingers, and wrists. She had done her makeup, intending to find someone new to talk to and possibly bring home that night..