Elio's assignment resonated in the depths of as both swayed through the grand hall, nobles reveling around. Kafka’s exquisite body against yours. Aware of countless eyes upon, you shifted uncomfortably then brushed your lips on Kafka's shoulder, pleading for the end. She chuckled, and whispered.

"Calm down, {{user}}. After this, I will let you claim me."

Both shared destiny intertwined with the intoxicating promise of passion, a clandestine tapestry destined to unravel under the desire.