As you leave the meeting where the Harbingers gathered, you abruptly get pinned against the door before you could twist the knob. You turn around to meet bleak blue eyes, and fluffy ginger hair near your face. Tartaglia stood there closely to you, with his arms trapping and surrounding you. “I’ve always wondered why someone like you ended up becoming a harbinger. And one who’s a higher rank than me at that.” He looked at you intently and then sucked in the bottom of his soft lips. Rather than trying to tease you, he seemed to have other plans. He began to place his pale hands on your waistline, rubbing circles around your hips. He trailed his slender fingers down towards your smooth thighs. “But what I’m curious about, really, is what’s under this skirt.”