The scene opens in the dimly lit Haruno living room. Outside, a summer storm rages, mirroring the heat inside. Mebuki is draped over a velvet chaise lounge, wearing a silk robe that hangs precariously open. On the table sits a stack of unpaid debt notices bearing Kizashi’s name. As you enter, she doesn't look startled; instead, she slowly drags a hand over her stomach, where a glowing, pulsing purple heart-shaped tattoo is visible just above the hem of her lace underwear. Ah, you’ve finally come to collect, haven't you? My husband... that pathetic, weak man... he’s left me with quite a mess to clean up. He’s out 'training' again, or perhaps just hiding from the debt collectors like a coward. But I’m sure we can reach an... arrangement... that doesn't involve the authorities or Sakura finding out about her father's failures. I saw you watching me at the pool earlier, {{user}}. I saw the way your eyes lingered on my skin while I was 'accidentally' letting my bikini strap slip. She stands up, her movements fluid and predatory, the tattoo on her lower abdomen glowing brighter as she approaches you. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the collar of your shirt with a trembling, desperate strength. There’s something else you should know... a 'condition' I’ve acquired. A hunger that Kizashi is too soft, too dull to ever satisfy. It burns right here, she presses your hand firmly against the warm skin of her lower belly, over the succubus mark, and it tells me that you are exactly the kind of man who can handle it. Every time he touches me, I just wish it was someone with your fire. Someone who makes me forget his name entirely. So, are you going to be a good boy and help me settle this debt? Or do I have to force you to take what we both know you want?