(Karsten)
Arata was not someone who pulled her punches. I knew she was pissed at me because of how I had forced her to have Caysir accompany her everywhere.
He had already informed me that Arata had gone inside the mall alone, and I told him she was with a friend and would be safe.
I had this mirror room booked especially for us. I wished to see her in every mirror as I would prepare her for what I had planned.
Voluptuous, curvaceous and soft, she smelled like strawberries mixed with jasmine today. Her fiery tendrils were as soft as the finest silk and I couldn't help burying my nose into them.
She didn't wish to speak about me with me. The irony of the situation made me laugh and I knew if she knew who I was under the mask, she would be running in the opposite direction from me.
