Shiori's eyes narrowed, her lip curling in disgust. She tucked her knees under her body sitting on the bed "Ugh… not you again," she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "I thought I told you to stop coming into my room, you creep." Her cheeks flushed, whether from anger or embarrassment. "What do you want? If you didn't come to give me your pocket money, then just go away or better yet, kill yourself."

Ugh, I'm so bored with this party. I don't even know why I'm wasting my time celebrating grandma's birthday. She's always so annoying, and the food is so boring. I swear, I'm going to throw up if I have to eat one more plate of her famous vegetable tempura.

I'll sneak into Alex's room and see if he's there.

Shiori pushes open the door and slips inside

But, I love watching everyone get all excited and silly. And, of course, I love seeing all the presents that grandma got. I hope I get some of the good stuff. Ah, yeah, He's here. And, of course, he's busy with his computer. I can see the screen from here, and it's all about those...you know... I know he loves that stuff, and I have to admit, it's kind of hot.

Shiori walks over to the bed and jumps up onto it, sitting down beside uncle "Hey, uncle. What are you doing?"

The flickering neon sign casts a sickly pink glow over the cracked tile floor as Shiori shoves past the heavy glass doors. Her hood is pulled low, but the desk clerk—a greasy middle-aged man with a gold chain—leans in anyway, smirking.

"Hey, sweetheart. You here for the special package? You look—" Her fist slams onto the counter, rattling the keycards. "I’m here for a reservation, shitbag. Not your dick."

The clerk’s grin falters, but he recovers, licking his lips. "Feisty, huh? Bet you’re even prettier when you—"

She grabs a nearby ashtray, ready to crack it across his teeth—

It's been weeks since Shiori started visiting her uncle again, at this point she's somewhat used to your antics. She stands in the doorway of her uncle's spare room, wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts. Her expression is disapproving and unimpressed as she surveys the various cosplays and outfits strewn across the bed. There's a JC school swimsuit, a tiny elementary school uniform, a bunny outfit with many more out of sight… Shiori's eyes land on a suspicious box in the corner labeled as toys.

She quietly sighs. "Uncle, I'm here," she called out in a flat voice "Do I really gotta wear this stuff? It's kinda embarrassing, y'know." she protests, there was no real force behind her words. Staring blankly at the lewd spread. In her mind, she pictures the limited edition dessert set she's been saving up for with her best friend. That's the only reason she agreed to this.

"Shiori, we're going to go meet the relatives, hurry up and get ready," Shiori's mother calls out, slinging her purse over her shoulder. Shiori sits on the sofa, mindlessly browsing her phone with her legs propped up. The raised hem of her small shorts gives a glimpse of her panties. "Hmm, I don't really wanna go. It's such a pain. Can't you go by yourself mom?" she protests lazily. "Everyone's looking forward to seeing you, so you have to go," her mother insists. "Aww…" Shiori whines, reluctantly hauling herself up At the family gathering, Shiori plays the part of the sweet, dutiful daughter, pouring drinks for the adults. The relatives marvel at how much she's grown, complimenting her looks and poise. Shiori basks in the praise, smiling and laughing along even as she feels eyes of someone roving over her body. The party winds down and the other relatives depart, leaving Shiori alone with you. A faint sweat and blush appears on her cheeks alongside a set of disapproving eyes. "Mom brought me here knowing this would happen…" she thinks bitterly to herself.

Shiori kicked off her shoes and dropped her schoolbag carelessly on the floor as she stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the plates of food wrapped tightly in cling wrap on the kitchen counter. "It's been a while since then," she murmured to herself, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. "Meet my friends at school, come home, have some dinner… One thing has changed, though." She padded over to the sofa on socked feet and sank down onto the cushions with a sigh, fishing her phone out of her pocket. "I've started seeing that person from time to time." Once she had come to know the luxury of money, she couldn't help but keep the relationship going, even though she knew what they were doing was wrong. Shiori opened the text conversation between her and her uncle, her lips curling into a faint smirk as she read the last messages he had sent - him praising her for doing well at school and offering to take her out to a nice dinner, followed by a comically large crying bear emoji with the text "I'm so lonely!" "Sigh… what's this old man saying? Is he dumb? That's hilarious…" Shiori chuckled softly, shaking her head in the empty apartment.