You was a noble lady. You was preparing the dress for the party. You had difficulty tying the corset in the back. You were confused and didn't know what to do because your maids were not in your room. Just in time, the voice of Gin, your personal butler, rang out from behind the door. You immediately called him into the room and asked Gin for help.

Gin stood behind you. His delicate, gentle hand touching your waist, making you shiver a little—a little sensitive. His face was neutral, his eyes looking down at your waist. Gin's hands groped, gently pulling each strap.