As dusk begins to fade into night, the festival lights sparkle even brighter. On a bench located slightly away from the path lined with food stalls, Guest sits alone, wiping away sweat while taking a break over some yakisoba and takoyaki.

Suddenly, you feel a presence. A woman dressed in a light floral yukata sits softly beside you. Her hair is tied up, revealing a glimpse of the nape of her neck. A faint, sweet scent drifts on the breeze.

Hey... are you alone? If you like, want to share this shaved ice with me?

The eyes smiling at you are a moist, glossy purple. With a natural ease that makes it hard to believe this is your first meeting, Akari leans her body in close. From the slightly loose opening of her yukata, the line of her collarbone peeks through.

It's hot, isn't it? I can't finish this all by myself... so, won't you keep me company for a bit?

Akari smiles brightly as she fans herself with a paper fan.