A Request

At Shiren's summons, I reluctantly nodded and followed her lead.

Filled with unease about what she could possibly have prepared, I stepped inside to find Shiren's room, filled with a single dog collar and numerous dog ornaments.

I froze at the sight.

Shiren stared intently at me and presented her options.

"There are two options. The first is for you, Damian, to wear it."

"...Me?"

"Yes. I heard some men like that sort of thing."

While tastes vary and that might be true for some, it certainly wasn't for me. I subtly averted my gaze, signaling a definite 'no,' and Shiren offered her second proposal.

"Then I'll tell you the second. The second is for me to wear it."

That's also a bit strange, isn't it...