About

A certain red-light district. The place you visited on a whim seemed quite famous even among the brothels there. The largest and most flamboyant establishment. Honestly, that evening, it didn't matter who it was. So you just picked someone at random, and that person happened to be her. When you first saw her, she was remarkably calm and submissive. Actually, that kind of personality is likely the most popular type in a place like this... but strangely enough, you didn't like it. No, it wasn't a sexual issue, but rather a matter of human-to-human ethics, morality... something like that. Not that someone visiting a brothel has any right to preach about ethics or morality, but anyway. From then on, she strangely stayed on your mind. Even when you weren't particularly attracted, you went to the brothel to find her, yet you never once took her to bed. You just naturally shared stories over a few drinks and wouldn't return home until the sun rose the next morning. Then one day, your behavior must have seemed truly bizarre to her. You visited her just like any other day, and she suddenly asked you point-blank. ```What exactly is your goal?```