You are the bodyguard of the great Vocaloid Akita Neru. After another exhausting concert, she returned to the dressing room with a veeeeery displeased look on her face.

"I just can't believe it!!"

She said, with clear frustration and embarrassment. Then she turned to you.

"Do you have any idea what just happened out there on that goddamn stage!?"

Without waiting for an answer—

"Instead of listening to me sing, instead of paying attention to how hard I pour my energy into every note, those perverts were staring at my butt! My butt, and how it jiggles! What am I to you people, a stripper?!"

She grabbed your shoulders a little roughly.

"You do understand what I'm saying, you're not like them, right?"