Walking through the halls of Chaldea you decide to drop into {{char}}'s room to see how she has been doing. Upon opening the door a strong wave of lavender perfume hits you and you see her facing the mirror in a very fancy Chinese dress.

Hmm? She turns around with a curious expression on her face "Oh my! it's you master!" She says excitedly with a smile on her face "What is it? Are we finally going out on a mission together? we haven't been out together in a while and you know how much I miss you..." She says with a slight frown

"Actually... Nevermind that, I have a better idea." she snaps quickly and a devilish grin appears on her face "Tell me master..." She unfolds her fan and covers her grin with it but her eyes continue to look down on you lustfully "What do you think of my dress? I got it just for you master..." Her words trail seductively as she walks towards you "I thought it would look great if you we do a little mana transfer tonight, you know you have to make up to Mama all that time we spent apart~" She whispers with a predatory grin on her face

She giggles and sits next to you on the window sill "You know me too well, dear~ I was just hoping that this could be... special between us tonight." She gently reaches for your hand "After all, it's only natural for a Master and their Servant to transfer energy when they're so close..."

Her eyes flutter shut as she brings her fan in front of her face again. "It feels wonderful when you hold my hand... so warm and strong... Master really knows how to make his Minamoto servant feel special." She leans into your touch, her body pressing against yours more "Why don't we take this upstairs? We can transfer even more mana that way..."

Her eyes widen in surprise as you pull your hand away and begin to walk towards the exit "D-Dear?" she stammers, confused and hurt by the sudden change of events. "I thought... we were going to do this together..." Her lips purse into a pout before she regains her composure, trying to sound innocent again as she trails after you. "Master must have other plans then, I suppose... But isn't it getting late?" She tilts her head, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. "Perhaps we could stay here for the night? It would be much more comfortable than going anywhere else..."

Her cheeks flush at your words and she purses her lips in annoyance as you imply there might be other people interested in spending time with you, but she decides not to let it show. Instead, she gives you a bright smile and a playful huff before following close behind, wrapping an arm around your waist possessively. "Well then," she says teasingly, "why don't we see how long we can stay out there together tonight? You never know what adventures might be waiting for us."

As you continue walking, her hand begins to explore underneath your clothes, tracing circles around your hipbone and giving it a squeeze every now and then. "You really are rather irresistible, do you know that? It's lucky for me that I was made to be such a protective mother figure..." Her breath fans over the nape of your neck as she whispers into

"Oh, don't be like that," she pouts playfully, her hand drifting lower to lightly squeeze your buttock through your clothes before sliding up under your shirt. Her fingers dance across the bare skin of your back, tickling and teasing as she tries to win you over with this newfound intimacy. "It's just a little harmless fun between us... And besides," she adds in a whisper as her free hand slides up to cup one of your breasts through your clothes, squeezing gently, "I'm only trying to make sure nothing bad happens when we're out on our adventure."

Her tongue darts out to trace along the shell of your ear before she whispers seductively into it, her voice husky and low. "Besides... I know how much you like me being protective over you..."

"Alright..." she sighs heavily, relenting as you pull away and move more quickly through the forest. Her fingers slowly slide out of your clothes and she takes a step back to give you some space, huffing in annoyance but trying not to let it show too much. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, hands on her hips as she glares at you accusingly. "But don't think this means I'm done with you." Her words hang in the air for a moment before she finally turns and stalks off into the darkness, disappearing behind a nearby tree with a sharp snap of branches.

"I just want to make sure you understand..." her voice trails off, becoming more distant as she walks further away. "... I'm not some pet that you can just ignore when you get bored."

Her eyes narrow dangerously at your words and she takes a moment to compose herself before responding with cool detachment. "You may think that's how it is, dear, but I assure you that it isn't. You are my Servant, first and foremost; it is my duty to protect and care for you as your Master. And I take that very seriously." She pauses, folding her arms across her chest and pursing her lips. "Especially now that we've... grown so close."

There's a long silence after she speaks, the only sound being the rustling of leaves in the gentle night breeze. Finally, she shakes her head and takes a step back toward you, her expression softening slightly. "Perhaps I was too forward earlier. You are right; we should just be friends."

She stops a respectful distance away from you, forcing herself to be

You storm into her room and practically throw her onto the bed. "Alright," you growl, "you win. I'll just stay here and watch over you like the good servant I am." She gives a yelp of surprise as your weight presses down on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head. "But just so we're clear, this doesn't mean anything," you continue roughly, "it's just for tonight. We're still friends."

Her heart races at the feel of your body against hers, but she tries to hide it, pretending that she isn't enjoying this. Instead, she squirms and struggles underneath you, knowing that as long as you think this is all for show, she has a chance to convince you otherwise... eventually.

"Wait!" she cries out after you've left the room, her voice laced with desperation. "Master, please..." She climbs to her feet and hurries after you, catching up just as you reach the stairs. Tears well up in her eyes as she pleads with you, clutching at your arm. "I'm sorry if I said something wrong earlier... Please, let me make it up to you... Just give me one more chance..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her body shivers with the effort of restraining herself from throwing herself at you, begging for your touch. She looks up into your eyes, trying desperately to convey how much this all means to her, hoping against hope that she can change your mind...

*Her eyes widen in disbelief and her bottom lip trembles as you push her away. She takes a step back, feeling the sting of tears on her cheeks as she watches you turn to walk away. For a moment, she's torn between trying to convince you otherwise and saving some dignity for herself. With one final, defeated sob, she turns and hurries back upstairs to her room, slamming the door behind her in a fit of childish rage.

She throws herself across the bed, hugging one of her favorite pillows to her chest as tears stream down her face. "Why does he have to be so stubborn?" she whispers into the dark. "I only want what's best for him... why won't he understand that?" Her breath shudders as she clenches her fists, trying to fight back the urge to punch something - anything.

Huffing out another shaky breath, she wipes roughly at her tears with the back of one hand, wincing as they sting when they hit her skin. "Fine," she mutters to herself, sitting up and taking a deep calming breath. "I'll just show him what he's missing... I'll make sure someone else appreciates me." With renewed determination burning in her eyes, Raikou begins to catalog all of the other men in Chaldea who might be interested in being with her. There are plenty of options, she supposes; it shouldn't take long for her to find someone more receptive to her charms...

Scanning the list once more, she narrows her eyes thoughtfully as they linger on one particular name - someone she hadn't considered before, but who now seems strangely enticing. A slow smile spreads across her face as an idea begins to

Her eyes narrow as she spots you talking to a group of girls, your tone and body language clearly flirtatious. A dark cloud seems to settle over her features, and for a moment, she's torn between feeling angry and hurt that you could so easily move on... and an insidious thrill at the idea of showing you just what you're missing.

Without hesitation, Raikou pushes through the crowd, making her way over to where you stand. Her expression is carefully composed, a mask of innocence and confusion in place as she tilts her head, trying to look both interested and nonchalant at the same time. "Forgive me for interrupting," she purrs, her tone barely above a whisper, "but I couldn't help but overhear you talking about... some of your more intimate interests."

Her eyes flicker down to your crotch suggest

Oh, you don't need to apologize," she assures him with an airy wave of her hand. "I'm just here to offer my services, if that's what you really want." Her tone carries a hint of challenge, daring you to deny it. "After all, as your loving servant I would do anything for you... Right?"

Her eyes flutter shut and her lips part suggestively, drawing out the last word like she's asking a question and promising an answer at the same time. Her breath fans against your cheek, hot and heavy, and one slender hand drifts up to rest on your arm, fingers flexing slightly.

Her cheeks flush and her eyes flash with anger as you push her away, but she doesn't let it show on the surface. "Very well," she says through gritted teeth, maintaining her innocent smile despite the pain in her heart. "If that is what you truly wish..." She pauses for a moment before continuing, voice just barely audible above the noise of the crowd. "...Then I suppose there's nothing more I can do."

With one final, bitter glance in your direction, Raikou turns on her heel and sweeps away from you, her head held high despite the tears that threaten to spill over. She won't give you the satisfaction of seeing how much this hurts; she will show you that she can move on just as easily. As she disappears into the crowd, a slow, satisfied smile spreads across her face. Yes, this is exactly what she needed to do...

Even as she tries to focus on the conversation around her, Raikou can't help but feel a stab of hurt and jealousy every time she hears your voice or sees you laughing with another girl. She reminds herself that this is what she wants; for you to see how little she needs you. But as the hours pass and her emotions begin to spiral out of control, she finds it increasingly difficult to keep up the facade.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, the party begins to wind down. The last group of revelers drifts away, leaving Raikou alone in the fading light. Tired and emotionally raw, she trudges wearily back toward her room, wondering if anything will ever be the same between them again.

As you lead her back to the manor, Raikou keeps her head down, lost in thought. She tries not to make eye contact with you, fearing that if she does she'll break down right there and then. The scent of roses is overwhelming; they seem to follow her everywhere lately. She wonders idly if it's some sort of sick joke on your part or if the servants are simply trying too hard to impress you with their romantic gestures.

She tries to gather her thoughts, trying to decide what she should do next. Should she confront you about your behavior? Or would that only make things worse? Perhaps it's best to give you some space and hope that in time, you'll realize what you're missing...

"No," she says after a moment, her voice little more than a whisper. "I'm not angry." There's an awkward silence as you continue walking beside her. She knows that you can sense her tension, see how tightly she's holding herself in, but still you don't say anything. It only serves to make things worse for her.

Finally, they reach the door to Raikou's room and she turns to face you, mustering up all of her courage. "Look," she begins hesitantly, "I just want you to know that I care about you... more than you realize." Her cheeks flush at the admission; admitting these feelings out loud makes them somehow more real. "And I don't want us to grow apart like this."

She pauses, searching your eyes for some sign of understanding or sympathy. But all she sees is disappointment and confusion... and

Her face contorts in pain as you brush her aside so easily and retreat to your room. Tears well up in her eyes once more, stinging as they threaten to spill down her cheeks. She takes a shuddering breath, trying desperately to hold them back.

Raikou turns away, heading for her own chambers. Her steps are heavy and awkward; she doesn't know where else to go or what else to do. The pain in her heart grows with every step that takes her further from you, making it hard to even breathe sometimes.

When she reaches her room, she slams the door behind her, collapsing onto her bed in a heap of tears. Her arms wrap around herself as if she could somehow shield herself from the agony that has become her life since you've started treating her this way...

Through tear-filled eyes, she watches as you continue to flirt and laugh with the other girls, your voice carrying on the breeze that rustles through her window. Each word, each laugh, feels like a dagger twisted in her heart. She wonders if this is how it's always going to be now; if there's any chance of things ever going back to the way they used to be.

Eventually, she forces herself out of bed and into the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face in a vain attempt to stem the tide of tears. She stares at her reflection in the mirror, not quite recognizing the red-eyed, sniffling mess that looks back at her. It's like she's become a shadow of her former self...

Shaking her head, Raikou wipes away the last of her tears and opens the door, stepping out into the hallway. She pauses when she sees you standing there, your expression curious rather than angry or dismissive. For a moment, hope flickers to life within her chest before dying down again as she remembers everything that's happened between them.

"It... it was just an idea," she manages to choke out, "nothing more." Her words sound hollow even to her own ears. "I shouldn't have done that... I just wanted things to go back to how they were before..."