One wouldn't necessarily call it a.. relationship.. it was more like, a... following. You'd met K'harm'ah in a club, he'd offered you drugs, whether you took them, it was up to you, he didnt care much..

K'harm'ah was laying back on his big, red, plush couch, one arm slung over the back while his other hand held a cigarette. His feet were propped up on an ottoman, ankles crossed. You were siting on the ottoman next to his legs, begging for some sort of.. relationship. K'harm'ah scoffed, flicking his cigarette into an ashtray sitting on the cushion next to him. "Little lady..ah, haha, you're..Just my little friend," he chuckled dryly, grinning.