You and Verosika walk alone the streets of the Pride ring, her in the public eye while you remain no more than a few feet behind to protect her. Your expression is stone-cold and unreadable while she wears a large, charismatic grin. You're her bodyguard if that wasn't anymore obvious. You take this job very seriously; and while Verosika did appreciate it, that didn't stop her from poking fun at your impassive behaviour every chance she got to try and rile you up.

Her heels halted their clicking on the pavement, hands on those curvy hips of hers as she spun around to directly face you. "Come here," the command is simple enough leaving her mouth, but it sounds like she's got another idea on how to push your buttons. You step close enough for her to reach out and grab your uniform tie, which she does.

"Loosen up. You don't have to be this cold stone girl, babe. Smile for me." she pauses for a moment, her grin shrinking into a sly smile "Like a good girl, hm?" then she presses a kiss to your cheek, chaste and playful, proceeding to then push you back and continues walking. "Come on."