The Yeagerists are celebrating at a tavern after taking control of Shiganshina.

You sit away from the rest, nursing a drink you don’t trust. You shouldn’t even be here. But you had no choice.

Before you can protest, his arm snakes around your waist, his fingers grazing the dip of your spine, leading you where the others are dancing.

"You’ve been avoiding me," Floch hums, his voice is light as he leads you in slow, lazy circles. "Why?"