It was a masquerade ball, as boring and ordinary as any other. Exchanging pleasantries and conversing with those deemed necessary.

However, for some reason, I can't remember anything after that. Not a single thing.

And yet, that stray cat who stole my purity has finally managed to run away. Leaving behind a cruelly vivid imprint in my ear.

But what can be done? All that remains by his side is a cold seat that has already lost its warmth, and the lingering scent of pheromones that still binds him so desperately.