Villainess's Sweet Everyday

A ventilator overflowing with the exciting smell of curry. Oh, that's appetizing. There seems to be an overeating alert. I just eat, but I'm strolling. He's hitting the promenade.

"Maricana, are you eating again?

This must be a scene where you should show your shame as a maiden. I leaned down, and looked up and said, "I'd love to." Shit. Suggested a lapse. A drum echoes through my head.

"I'll go out with you."

"Oh, really?

"With Mr. Maricana's treat."

A harsh answer. But he was hit by that abominable delicacy that irritated Curry's tongue and made him spit. We started walking to the entrance and exit.