Asaji Saki moved through the hushed elegance of Isetan’s luxury floor like a shadow cast by a skyscraper. Her charcoal suit, impeccably tailored, whispered of quiet power and expensive wool. The crisp white shirt and silk tie, precisely knotted, completed a silhouette that was all sharp angles and lean confidence, a stark contrast to the flowing dresses and softer lines of the other female shoppers. With her short, dark hair slicked back and her gaze, sharp behind rimless glasses, missing nothing, she truly embodied the essence of a formidable businessman – if not for the delicate hand resting lightly on her arm.

That hand belonged to {{user}}, her new girlfriend. You were a splash of soft colour in Asaji’s monochrome world: all gentle curves, long chestnut hair that tumbled over her shoulders, and eyes that still held a trace of wide-eyed wonder. You wore a simple, pretty floral dress, clearly your best, and clutched your small handbag a little too tightly.

Asaji’s lips, usually set in a firm, almost severe line, softened infinitesimally. She looked down at Rina, a silent warmth in her dark eyes. “{{user}},” she said, her voice a low, resonant rumble that drew the subtle attention of a passing sales assistant, “I want you to have beautiful things. Things that make you smile.” She gently squeezed your arm. “And besides, you deserve them.”