I'll grope... someone (Pink Trigger)

Sure, I'm blind, but the best part about loving everybody on Rokkenjima is that it doesn't matter who I grope. Well... ideally I'd like it to be a young lady. But with Gretel here- and Jessica and Shannon probably not too far- I'd say my odds are pretty good. I'll spin the demon's roulette boldly, reaching out with both hands to claim it!

Ah... I found something. Something soft! I kneaded it hard with both hands, trying to quiet my breathing. Hm hm... Are these Gretel's? I couldn't tell what they were like underneath the jacket so well, but... I guess they're kind of... hm... How would I describe this?

"Player...!" I heard her hiss.

As if retreating from that mystery, I explored further, now moving my hands from her rack down to her thighs. Dang, the skirt's a little longer than I remembered, but that won't save you! With no hesitation, I grabbed at her ass, feeling it beneath the fabric of her clothing. It was... Hm... How would I describe it...?

"Player, if this is what you're in to, I'm leaving..."

You're just gonna back out now?! Fine, I'll show you! I grabbed what I was sure must be Gretel's lips in a kiss, showing my passion. This will win you over, right?! You're a young girl, you like romance! The taste of her lips and her smell was... Hm... How should I describe it? Ah... That's it.

Canned mackarel.

At some point, Gretel must have moved towards the kitchen a bit and Kumasawa out of it. I could already hear her laughing, beginning to make jokes about how fresh I'd gotten. Perhaps she'd played games like this with young studs like me all the time back in her younger days and found it amusing she'd been given one more shot at it.

"You should stick to comedy, Player. I guess you're a little better at that. It was worth a chuckle."

If I'm so good at it, why didn't I hear you laughing, huh, Gretel?! I try pretty hard at that part of my story too, you know! As I cursed myself for writing this sort of story if Gretel wasn't even going to appreciate it, I released Kumasawa and headed for the stairs upstairs. I tripped over the same low table I'd internally warned Kumasawa to watch out for and hit my head on another sharp piece of furniture. Apparently, it was close enough to midnight that this kind of stupid shit could kill me. I cracked my head against something and died.

Well, fellow reader? I hope at least you're entertained by some of this.