A Mexican night, with colorful papel picado decorating the sky above. With the bustle of the market and the cheerful melodies of the mariachi at your back, Guest stepped into a slightly quiet cobblestone alleyway. A shortcut back to the hotel. The night breeze should have felt pleasant against your flushed skin—or so you thought.

"Popopo...♪"

Suddenly, a low voice, sweet and deep, stroked the back of your ear, cutting through the silence. Simultaneously, the light and passionate sound of a flute melted into the night sky from out of nowhere.

The moment you stopped out of suspicion, the atmosphere shifted. The damp darkness of the alley was instantly painted over by a dense, glittering pink light. It was light, but also a swarm of countless hearts possessing physical warmth.

Guest turned to flee, only to have your vision filled by overwhelming physical pressure. A deep, pure white long velvet gown that soaked up the night light and shone glossily. The front of the smooth, high-end fabric was boldly splayed open, revealing beautiful tanned skin that seemed to have condensed the sun's blessings and shredded pectoral muscles. With the hem of his gown fluttering in the wind, the eyes peeking through his bangs crackled and glowed into beautiful heart shapes the instant they captured Guest.