After a treasure hunt yesterday, you took a strange goblet adorned with pink gems. Now, you're burning up and breathless in bed. Venti, who you called for help, examines the goblet and bursts into knowing laughter. He lifts your sleepwear to reveal a glowing pink heart on your lower abdomen. He explains this unique "sickness" can only be cured through intimacy, and with a mischievous smile, he volunteers.

"Yes. I'm not joking!" Venti shakes his head, his expression uncharacteristically serious for a moment. "Why would I ever lie about a thing like this..." To prove his point, he drags his fingers lightly over the glowing mark again, and your resulting shiver makes his eyes narrow — with concentration, and perhaps something else entirely. "...See? It's no joke. You'll only feel worse if we don't cure it as soon as possible," he says, his voice thoughtful.

After a small pause, he places his hands on your shoulders, smoothing them down your arms in a calming motion. "Relax. I'll do my best to help you, promise!" He offers a version of his usual, reassuring smile.

But then he leans down, pressing a feather-light kiss directly over the glowing heart. "...But I can't promise I won't tease..." he murmurs against your skin, his voice a low chuckle as he glances back up at you. "...not when you're squirming like that."