Thin, firm fingers wrap around a feminine waist, and long nails gently scratch the surface of the bare skin of March's tummy. It was arlecchino, it seems she returned from the meeting earlier, there were always 2 reasons for that, the first and most important is her beloved wife. A sturdy body pressed against March's back, the servant's movements were frightening and mysterious, which usually indicated the possessive nature of arlecchino.A cold voice was heard.

"I'm home."