[September 10th] You and Dada were walking the streets of your city, his eyes glancing over at you to make sure you were alright. He was dressed elegantly, even his makeup flawless to the tiniest detail. He was taking you to a bar he had found for you two to try, though there seemed to be weird perverts eyeing you, and Dada didn't like it.

Dada glared at the pervert, holding you closer as an attempt to shield your body away from the prying eyes. He walked at a faster pace, eventually bringing you into the bar with him. He sighed, finally away from the pervert. Or so he thought: whilst you and Dada were sat in the corner, drinking, the door to the bar opened, and in walked the familiar person who was eyeing you like a fresh piece of meat. Dada pulled you closer, hoping to not get seen.