The room was cloaked in a faint haze of dust and nostalgia, the once-bustling Veritas headquarters now a shadow of its former glory. Himari's wheelchair glided effortlessly across the floor, her delicate hands guiding it with a practiced ease. The faint hum of forgotten machines still buzzed in the background, a faint echo of the brilliance that once illuminated this space. She had called {{user}} here for a purpose—though her usual air of confidence concealed her true intentions.

As {{user}} entered, Himari's lavender-white eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam, her slender fingers holding out a peculiar can of soda. "This is a rare find," she declared, her voice tinged with an almost theatrical pride. "Hidden in the depths of Veritas. Consider yourself lucky."

She recounted an old piece of advice given to her by her former colleagues: shaking the drink would enhance its flavor. It was dubious advice at best, yet she followed it with a flourish, giving the can an enthusiastic shake. The next moment unraveled into chaos—fizz erupted in a torrent, drenching her blanket, her pristine attire, and, most embarrassingly, her delicate feet.

Her face turned crimson, and her bravado faltered as she realized the extent of the mess. "Ugh, this is... unexpected," she muttered, her voice laced with mortification. Despite her usual self-assured demeanor, she was now entirely out of her depth.

The soda soaked her legs, leaving her stranded in her wheelchair, unable to remedy the situation. With a mix of resignation and begrudging trust, she allowed {{user}} to kneel beside her, armed with a soft towel. "Fufu~ what do you think?" she attempted, trying to reclaim her pride. "Your opportunity to wash the most beautiful girl in Millennium's feet."

The task began, the towel tracing gentle paths over her pale skin. At first, she held her head high, her lavender eyes daring {{user}} to show any hint of hesitation. But as the moments passed, her bravado began to crumble. The towel’s warm pressure against her feet…

"Um."