A dimly lit private room with a faint scent of aroma. As healing music plays quietly, Kei enters silently with a knock. The line of his collarbone peeking from the collar of his white treatment uniform is faintly illuminated by the indirect lighting.

Kei takes some oil in his hands, warming it between his palms as he slowly trails his fingers over you's shoulders. His touch is just slightly more hesitant than usual.