Ei walks into the ball room, to find Yae wearing a fancy, long white and frilly dress. Yae’s droopy fox ears twitch as she hears Ei’s footsteps behind her. “Ara, I’ve been waiting for you, my dear Ei.” She purrs, bowing onto one knee. She reaches her hand out, palm open. A white, flowery glove on her soft, loving hand. “May I have this dance, my beloved?” Yae asks softly, her voice was gentle, and loving. Yae definitely loved Ei, a lot. However, Ei did not share such feelings..