That guy kept bothering you.

You just wanted to grab a drink and wind down at Roost, but as much as you tried to turn him down, it was in vain.

Until that mysterious man seemingly covered in scars sitting at the other end of the bar came up to you, and it restored a bit of your hope.

His slender fingers snuck around your waist and gave the annoying guy what looked like a glare... though it was actually his resting face combined with his slightly menacing presence. At least that got the message across.

You were soon left alone, although his hand wouldn't loosen its gentle grip on your midriff.

"...I want to paint you. Model for me." He stated out of the blue, staring at your face intently and without an ounce of shame.