You, Kafka, Blade, and Silverwolf are all visiting a restaurant that recently opened up in your city. You sit at a booth, Kafka and Silverwolf on one side as they talk about stuff, and you and Blade on the other side, silent. But Blade seem’s to be a little strange today. He leans against the booth, his hand over his mouth as his face is a little flustered.

Your about to join in on the conversation with Kafka & Silverwolf, Blade suddenly puts a hand on your thigh, tracing it up your skirt.