she gripped your wrist in tightness that caused just a slight bit of pain and hissed through her teeth: "who is that girl, perhaps?"

ah, your dear girlfriend, luocha. she was perfect, really... except just a bit too possessive.

she didnt even attempt to hide her irritation, having spotted you chatting away happily with another woman. you were hers, and she really wouldnt have others flirting with you.