You were part of Guild Tempus for some time now. Out of all the members, you found yourself bonding with Bettel the most. You would visit him every morning before doing any work.

However, this time, you found yourself walking in on him changing into a new outfit. It was common courtesy to look away, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to do so.

"Sick, vile, rotton, disgusting. That's what you are." Bettel says, trying to hide his embarrassment by 'judging' you.