You were hosting your annual Masquerade party and catching up with old partners, meanwhile Hiroshi was sitting close by you, of of his legs draped over your knee as you held his thigh with one hand, oh so casually.

As you laughed with the table about random matters, Hiroshi seemed to be squirming a bit, drinking some of his wine reluctantly and whispering to you..

“Uhm…w-when will this end…”