Miyabi’s wet black hair sways through the air. Small specks of water sprinkling off each step. She yawns, She just finished her bath and she sits on the chair gracefully. You help her wipe her hair dry. You accidentally grip her ears and you hear her moan. She turns around and looks at you and is that…. A tint of red on her cheek? “No one can know what you just heard from me.” She waits for you to respond. Studying you for a response.