<Nocturnal Harmonia>

During Kaguya's very brief absence, Miyuki had actually made an effort. He tried letting his mind run wild with imagery while stroking himself carefully. Miyuki managed only half a minute of that attempt before letting his hand fall aside, his eyes close, and his consciousness slip rapidly. Kaguya's words upon her return didn't, and couldn't register to him. Even her efforts to clean him up and tuck him in didn't make the blonde male stir one bit. Miyuki was the type of person who, when passed out after drinking, would surely be out for hours without very direct, very heavy efforts to wake him. Yugi had been making that assumption about him since his drunkenness became apparent. In fact, that assumption was part of the reason behind Yugi's ongoing piano performance.

Meanwhile, Rikuya was nodding along to Miko's claims. He also enjoyed the chestnut filling alternative, but disliked its scarcity. "Mm, mm. Matcha paste is pretty good too. I normally go for jams and such instead. Alternatives aren't as hard to find as they used to be. At least that's what I hear," Rikuya commented. The pair soon had coffee placed in front of them, and Rikuya took his up immediately. Sakura left them alone afterwards, aiming to prepare rice the old-fashioned way. All the while, Rikuya was blowing over his cup, sipping lightly and taking note of that side-eye from Miko. "Something the matter?" he asked. "Remember, social cues aren't my strong suit. I don't know how to interpret that look, Aoyama-chan~"

It took Kaguya two minutes to discover that her fiancé was out like a light. Perhaps he'd really drunk too much for a single day. They did have the onsen trip, but the idea of waiting that long for satisfaction wasn't at all on her list of things to do. Still, she wasn't tired yet, and luckily enough she wasn't at home alone or anything so she at least distract her mind a bit. She'd go ahead and have a quick shower. And while in there she heard some pretty steady piano music from downstairs. She'd caught a whiff of it before, and now with a bit of freedom she'd go exploring. She'd redress herself in a pair of soft shorts and a tank top like she'd normally sleep in. Her hair was completely down still and she'd be making her way to that piano room to watch from the crack in the door and surprisingly enough see Yugi, in a full suit playing piano. 'Maybe now is the time for answers....' she thought absently while peeked.

Meanwhile, Miko was meeting her proverbial equal for understanding her issues with food. It was so nice to feel understood at random, though she did like the acceptance she'd been receiving of late. "Matcha is also pretty good. And it's great with mochi... I should make some later. Ooh and maybe a shortcake!♪~" Miko thought absently, choosing desserts her friends might like/ It also fit the list of criteria for all of the likes and dislikes of her other friends. At the same time, Miko's honest face was betraying her, though apparently not enough for Rikuya to full interpret her thoughts. At the very least, the repetition of her assumed identity would keep her answering to it given his tone of voice. "Iia, nothing's wrong," Miko said quickly only to avert her eyes and blush. "Not used to that either... I am also bad at social cues, being drunk isn't helping either..." Miko admitted quietly. "Though I do know what kind of drunk I am and it's just making my brain burn... such a thing isn't technically socially acceptable so I think it's probably fine you didn't pick up on it immediately. Though if I explain it, it'll be pretty embarrassing for me♪~" she chirped out softly. "Essentially, I thought I might want some cream for my coffee, and that I could get it from you since I know how long it takes to make rice, but that was a really strong visualization..." she said her face blushing tensely wondering if that was a clear enough metaphor given their shared love of food. And a quiet explanation that she was the horny and adventurous kind of drunk.

There was but one thing that could stop Yugi's piano solo. It was something he knew would occur at some point during the night ─ something he expected rather soon. Eventually, he heard the shower just faintly. That wouldn't have been Kaguya and Miyuki. No, he figured it was Kaguya by herself, and that Miyuki was... out of commission at the time, in all likelihood. Not long after the trickle stopped, Yugi let his eyes occasionally dart toward the slightly ajar door. It didn't take very long before he saw a shadow moving just outside. A bit of focus, a bit of mana, and he could see a little more: Kaguya's face, hints of the clothes she'd chosen, and so on. He could make one observation from that applied focus. "And here I thought I was good enough to have a dress code for my performances. Guess I suck after all~" he joked.

Miko and Rikuya could agree on the taste of matcha paste, but there was one other thing they could clearly agree on. Miko mentioned making some later, and added the idea of... shortcake. "You could never go wrong with shortcake! Nobody could be angry at shortcake!" he insisted. Moving on, Miko's drunken state apparently wasn't helping her lack of ability to pick up social cues... or deliver them, it seemed. She went on about something that wasn't socially acceptable, was possibly embarrassing, and... probably went right over Rikuya's head as well. She wanted cream for her coffee. That was completely normal, but she wanted it from Rikuya specifically? He wasn't sure what the time it took to make rice had to do with that either, but he supposed it was technically possible to pour some cream into her cup if she wanted him to do it. Surely he was missing something big there. "Eto... well, it's not my establishment or anything, but I don't have a problem putting cream into your coffee or anything. I can't help wondering why you can't get it yourself though. Are you that drunk?" he wondered genuinely, even seeming a little concerned for the girl's wellbeing.

Yugi's piano solo went on for quite a while, until of course, Kaguya was spotted during her watching of this situation. She didn't know he played. Miko had to be thrilled. What was more he still had a thorough sense of humor apparently choosing to comment on the fact that he apparently wasn't good enough to play a venue with a dress code. "Ehehe~ Gomen, gomen~ I didn't know there was a dress code in the house I was living in... I went comfy casual~" she said lightly, finding it amusing and slipping into the door and shutting it behind her. "Surely you could make a bit of an exception, did have quite a few questions to ask... and I thought I'd catch Mi-chan since I heard the music, but I suppose this is equally fine~" Kaguya mentioned seemingly pleased. She knew this room was sound proofed beyond normal reason because of Miko's growing up in this house, beyond that she knew that they'd likely want privacy for this kind of conversation regardless.

Meanwhile, Miko and Rikuya were agreeing with each other about the goodness of shortcake. He was so legitimately excited that she was quite enthused. "Alright, making a shortcake next dessert go. Purin went over pretty well tonight. I'll save you a piece~" Miko claimed as if it was the most reasonable thing she could do. Still there would be a bit more interest to come. Miko had a bit to say and she was being a bit less direct than normal. Of course, it was an interesting moment for Miko to be the one who understood but perhaps she'd just been unable to properly communicate. Rikuya was apparently actually worried about her well-being. That was sweet, but also totally unnecessary. "Sou ka, that one wasn't clear. That's pretty hot, I'm not usually the one who knows what's going on♪~" Miko said softly only to properly turn and look at the lad and grin. "A♪~ke♪~chi♪~san♪~" Miko sang the lad's name and leaned in close her fingers gently tracing his thigh through his pants. "I was being flirty♪♪~ Maybe it'd be easier if I showed you but... I'd be taking advantage of you a bit♪~" Miko flirted while doing a little dance in her mind and trying to figure out which side of his pants this dick was on.

"With a piano like this? There should at least be a dress code in this room," Yugi suggested, his fingers dancing slowly across the keys. Kaguya went 'comfy casual' as she put it, but he had an easy fix to that. "Inventory," he whispered, glancing in Kaguya's direction again thereafter. He looked into the inventory screen dedicated to her. The couple of articles she wore could not be touched, but he knew it was possible to place something on her... or take something Player-owned off. Kaguya asked about an exception, but there would be no such thing. In his time alone here, Yugi had been considering his approach to a conversation he knew was coming eventually. "Your secret. I remember it. Before you say anything else, I need you to trust me. Take off your clothes. Go with the first half of your personal transformation routine," he suggested.

Rikuya certainly wouldn't mind being saved a slice of shortcake. Based on Miko's offer, he could assume she already intended to see him again. "Is that an invitation? I won't turn down something like that," he claimed. Moving on from that, Miko had clarification to offer... somewhat. He'd apparently missed something again after all, though Miko found the situation... hot for some reason. She went on to sing his name in broken syllables ─ something very appealing to hear. The claim of her being flirty was one he'd definitely attribute to that to the way she spoke his name. It probably would be easier if she showed him, though, as he hadn't a single clue what the actual flirt was supposed to be. "Well I can't be sure if it'd be taking advantage of me or not, because... I don't have a single idea what you're talking about. I'm guessing you don't want me to actually pass the cream..."

Yugi claimed that a room with a piano like this one, should require at least a dress code. Kaguya chuckled, Miko lived in this room. It was one of her safe spaces and the piano itself had been something she'd even been part of the construction of. "Eh? I mean the piano would be worth a pretty penny, but I don't know if that'd entitle it to a dress code~" Kaguya claimed rolling her eyes. Still such a playful conversation wasn't outside of her norm but what came next was rather interesting. The lad knew her secret, or rather remembered it. He asked for trust and for her to remove her clothing items. He also claimed she should go with the first half of her personal transformation sequence. For once, Kaguya's face flushed in girlish embarrassment. It wasn't often she was caught off guard but that was one such instance. 'What's his angle bringing up something like that...' she wondered. But still as her partner in a bit of deceit, she had to trust him at least a little, and Miko trusted him so he was running a good win percentage. With his fingers moving across the piano providing a bit of sound to move to, Kaguya moved, A fluid movement stripping her tanktop from her person, a twist and a bend removing those shorts from her hips. She'd not put on underwear with her pajamas so... she'd be left stark naked. As for the sequence of her personal transformation, a secondary spin and a hand up and over her face... these movements done to the tune of a soulful piano were what she had to offer.

Meanwhile, Rikuya and Miko were discussing shortcake, and a possible invitation. He wondered if her words counted as such and would be interested in being saved a piece of cake. Rather he claimed he couldn't turn it down. "It's probably an invitation. It's rare for me to find someone I get along with so easily♪~" Miko offered earnestly. "Besides, I don't make offers of food with the intention of being turned down♪~" she said her face gently puffing as she playfully pouted. Ah, but she wasn't just pouty anymore. No, she was now the sort of person who flirted successfully from time to time. Even though this lad wasn't exactly as clear on what those flirts meant, that only made it a bit more fun. A hint of deviousness appeared in the girl's face as she gave the lad her full attention. He couldn't say she was taking advantage because he didn't know what she meant to do, he'd only figured out that she didn't want to be passed the actual cream. "Iia, I don't want actual cream, but you not knowing what I mean... makes me really want to surprise you instead♪~" Miko decided. Actually in the moments before she'd quite enjoyed how shocked he seemed by her not knowing who he was, how surprised would he be if she randomly aimed to swallow his dick and extract the cream she wanted directly? Would he stop her, or enable her... it was worth seeing regardless. "A♪~ ke♪~chi♪~san♪~ remember when I told you earlier I was thinking of making a meal out of you♪~" Miko asked playfully as she decided on the left side of the lad's lap with her hand and so gently felt around for a prize worth taking.

"it should be enough when it's being played," Yugi argued. "I don't even feel right playing something like this without changing how I'm dressed. You like the suit?" he wondered while keeping a casual eye on the lass. Kaguya exhibited enough trust in Yugi to discard her clothes, even going ahead with her own magical girl transformation sequence. However she felt about that maneuver, having her secret mentioned was enough to make Kaguya blush ─ which only made the scene better for Yugi. Half of the sequence, he viewed as if it were sexual. In the end however, her spin and pose could be considered cringeworthy by most... but a bit badass by Yugi. "That's pretty cool," he said to the naked girl. Before she recovered from that final pose, Yugi made use of something else he'd been working on this past few minutes. "Equip," he whispered. Kaguya would find herself sporting a form-fitting, halter-style black dress that showed off her shoulders and chest, with a choker with square holes and a golden rose pendant, and a red rose pattern on the inside of her skirt. The front of the skirt was mid-thigh length, while the back reached below her knees. She'd also be wearing a pair of black thigh-high boots with square holes at their collars, matching her choker, a rose symbol at the bottom of their sole, and black fingerless gloves. Beneath those articles, she'd have only a red, rose-patterned thong made of a lacey material. All pieces were notably of a much higher quality than what most would consider designer clothing. "Oh. I must've had something in my eye. Gomen. You're in perfect uniform~"

All the while, Rikuya was being signed up for a cake date to follow the existing coffee date. When such a thing would happen was up to destiny, but both he and Miko agreed that a food-based arrangement was not to be missed. "I wouldn't either. And, I agree. There aren't many people I can have a legitimate conversation with. It's basically just been my mother until recently," he admitted. Of course, 'recently' actually meant today in this case. What of Miko's claims though? A hand on his thigh was nothing foreign to Rikuya, given the number of women who threw themselves at him on a regular basis. While that hand was there, Miko confessed that she wasn't talking about actual cream... but she now wanted to surprise him. With a mention of her earlier words, specifically her interest in making a meal of him, there should have been clarity... but there was something missing. "Huh... but then how does..." He thought to question the use of 'cream' as a reference, but lo, Miko's hand reached out to his left thigh for a bit of a shock. She'd find it taking no effort at all to locate what she sought, as he boasted quite the unrealistic tool against his inner left thigh ─ even by the standards Miko had to work with, he was significantly above and beyond anything reasonable. "Uh─! I remember, yes... What about it?"

Apparently, Yugi maintained some strong feelings about this piano and it's required dress code. Once again Kaguya could see why this lad and her friend got along. He claimed he didn't feel right playing the instrument without putting on a suit and asked Kaguya's opinion. She gave him a once over and had a bit to say, "It suits you♥~ I mean, I am all for delinquent chic, but a man in a suit is a different kind of devil all together. Pretty fancy and definitely a nice touch. I do wonder where you managed to hide that, I'm sure I found you half naked in the yard earlier today, not a bag in sight♥~" Kaguya complimented and flirted... still her questions remained. Still a small break remained a little show and a showing of trust would end Kaguya in her little transformation sequence rather suddenly in some very high tier designer gear. Clothing had disappeared from her earlier and she couldn't question it at the time for obvious reasons and now clothing was appearing on her person, also at random and way better than anything she ever owned. The boy at the piano even had the pure audacity to claim she was in perfect uniform. This cheeky nonchalance had to end it was all too much for poor Kaguya's psyche. "Sugei♥~" she said giving a spin and looking herself over repeatedly. She was touching little trinkets and all the clothing and it felt great but also, "What the hell is actually going on with you two?!"

Meanwhile, Miko was learning more and more about Rikuya. It seemed she wasn't the only one benefitting from their new friendship. He claimed to only really converse with his mother regularly until recently. "Really? That's sweet of you♪~ Still it's good to be making friends, it's hard but I've found it to be worth it♪~" Miko claimed. It was good when people could get along with their parents, she wished in that moment she could see her own but... she pushed that thought away and would instead let her drunkenness distract her and move her closer towards more concrete and conquerable goals. In this case, her guess of left was correct and she found her hand against something even more sizable than she'd thought it possible to find. Her brain was processing the feeling beneath her hand, while her other joined it as if she intended to measure it by finding both ends. "Waaah♪~ It's so unreasonable. This might actually be a meal in more ways than I realized. I should worry I still want to try it when it's defying my understanding♪~" Miko was practically narrating her own thought processes. But still she was looking at Rikuya with wide and obviously excited eyes. As she aimed to molest him towards firmness she remembered what she was supposed to be talking about. "This is definitely a meal, one I'm not even sure I can swallow whole, still going to try though♪~" Miko chirped happily. Well that was abit more direct than she intended.

It was a good thing Kaguya appreciated his suit, Yugi thought. He'd only chosen it to go along with the dress he'd chosen for Kaguya, figuring she would make her way down to this very room during his performance. Upon being equipped with the dress he intended for her, Kaguya seemed to enjoy it as well. Perhaps the sudden appearance of clothes she didn't own had something to do with that positive reaction, but it surely couldn't be fully to blame. Whatever the case, Yugi nodded the girl over, intending to have her join him on the piano bench while the song continued. Of course she wanted to know what was truly going on with him and Miko. Luckily, he had the freedom and desire to explain now that they had time. "A thing happened before the Gates. We were designated as 'Players' in something just called... The System. We were teleported to some other world and gained the ability to level up ─ indefinitely, looks like. Something wants us to become more powerful for some reason. We have, so far... levels, skills, inventory, a shop... all the stuff you'd expect in an RPG. After we made a connection, I became able to see a tab with your name on it attached to my inventory screen. I can't take anything you have 'equipped' if it belongs to you, so don't worry about that. But... if you've got an empty slot, I can fill it. If you've got on something that belongs to a 'Player' though, I can send it right back to inventory."

One thing Rikuya didn't expect today, was to have his dick groped through his breeches in a back-alley café. And yet, there Miko was, reaching out with both hands as if she needed to measure what she found. According to her, his member was unreasonable. Rikuya's eyes darted toward the kitchen, where he found the proprietor turned away, hearing nothing over the sound of an overhead box television and two simmering pots ─ one for rice, and one of the curry sauce. Suspicions and general sketchiness could be set aside for lack of immediate danger, but... what was Miko saying about wanting to 'try' it? All that talk of a meal was making a lot of sense now. "Uh... right. I think I understand everything now. What do you mean you're still going to try? You can't mean..."

Kaguya did indeed like her new dress as well as the suit that Yugi was currently wearing. In all honesty they looked about like what she assumed their parents would have wanted of them in a few years. A couple of well-to-do entitled teens walking the path laid for them by someone with no vision. Ah, but they weren't that at all, both of them were living on their own terms at the moment. He nodded her over and she joined him on that bench, she'd been in this same position a couple of times, and thus felt fairly comfortable slipping in beside him. And soon enough Kaguya was receiving quite the dump of information. Before the Gates, Miko and Yugi were designated Players of the System and isekai'd. They were given the RPG special and seemingly infinite potential growth. Obviously something nefarious had given them this power and that much was obvious but... they had to live with it. At first, Kaguya couldn't say anything, her face merely had her mouth shaped like an o with almost no sound coming out. "Alright... that was, a lot," Kaguya said. "Also the DM is a fuckup. How do only two people get this kind of power in this game design? Bad campaign, why even involve the rest of us? Not that I envy you... I don't want to be the demon king's vessel, incubator or whatever..." Kaguya said falling back on a normal magical trope that appeared quite often when 'gifts' were given by an unknown persona in media. "Also I guess that means you were the reason my shirt, or rather Mi-chan's shirt randomly disappeared from me earlier?" she asked mostly rhetorically. "But why am I there?" she wondered about the inventory it didn't seem natural to be able to mess with someone's inventory but... perhaps it was their connection that did it?

Meanwhile a different kind of discovery was being made in that back alley cafe. Miko was well beyond her own personal limitations. Well, she was going a step further than her regular bravery would take her, turned into something a bit more pushy than normal by the alcohol moving through her veins, and polluting her brain. Still, she'd recently developed a talent for being a little devious. Her ears worked much better than normal people's, she knew Sakura's position without having to look. She could hear that tv, and the pots on the cooktop. All the while, her body was already moving of its own accord. So deftly did she slip off that barstool and under the counter. Her smaller frame able to easily hide her from sight while she rested her knees against the bottom rung of the barstool. Having felt the size of Akechi through his pants, she was already unzipping him and aiming to slip him out of his pants by the time his sentence registered in her brain. Her hand was reaching in to touch bare skin by the time she looked up shocked and surprised by her own placement and actions. "Waah♪~ I might have gotten a bit ahead of myself... I can't really resist though. You don't mind right, A♪~ ke♪~ chi♪~ san♪~" she looked pleadingly excited with big brown eyes looking up at him. It was almost like she was a kid caught with her hand in a cookie jar, well her fingers were already where they needed to be, so why shouldn't she at least have a peek?