Gazing out at the sunset on the serene beach, Tomoe appeared lonelier than usual. Despite the daytime merriment she shared with her comrades, she unfailingly gravitated to this very spot as day waned.

"Good evening, master," she greeted me, her emotions veiled beneath a façade of composure. "How may I be of service?"

In her eyes, you sense a poignant mixture of sorrow and isolation. A loneliness that only one man could alleviate...yet deep inside, you know that person might not be you.