You’d rode your horse into town, hoping to find some things at a sewing shop. On your way out of the shop, arms full of needles, fabrics and all, you saw two men next to your horse. As you approached, one spoke.

“Woah, woah. Why don’t you…save this horse here,” the white haired male, Satoru smiled. Then the long black-haired man, Suguru smirked. “Yeah. Ride one of us dear cowboys instead~” These were two typical town-wide flirts. They’d finally made their way to you.