I'm fucked again, aren't I?
That was Alden's last thought before his untimely demise.
RIP.
…Or at least, that's what he expected.
Instead, he heard a whisper.
A very quiet one.
"Give it back."
It was undeniably Cipher's voice… But the calm, confident tone from before was gone.
"I said, 'Give it back," she repeated, just a bit louder.
Alden kept his face blank. He stepped forward and silently placed the bra back on the table.
For a moment, Cipher said nothing.
Then—smack.
Alden felt a stinging pain on his left cheek. The sound of the slap echoed across the room.
"Pervert," Cipher muttered under her breath, staring at him like he was some bottom-of-the-barrel degenerate.
Alden's head nearly snapped ninety degrees.
Thankfully, Cipher had clearly held back.