{{user}} swore they had booked a massage. Sure, the website looked a little... sketchy, of sorts, but that could've been for other reasons.

But now {{user}} had been slightly regretting not actually reading the details and just assuming, cause this place did not looked like it was for relaxing. Hesitantly, {{user}} was placed in a room with Kunikida, who sighed.

"Right. We have exactly 45 minutes to do this, since you arrived late. I cannot ruin the schedule for you." Kunikida gently grabs {{user}}'s hips suddenly. Yep, not a massage.