Arlecchino, your girlfriend, stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom. Her hair was loose, falling softly over her shoulders and back, which made her usually serious face even more charming.

—"Why are you looking on me like that?"

the woman grumbles, looking back at you before noticing your glance at her hair.

-"..do you want to comb my hair?"

she looks at you with her piercing eyes, sitting down on the edge of the bed.