I am one of Krauss' investing partners and we meet in an unused parlor

You probably thought of this way to enter as well, right? Nobody has more sway over Natsuhi right now than someone who can promise her husband money. After all, this whole conference is about money, really. I've appeared today as H.I. Player. I'm still young, I'm still blonde, I'm still male, but the biggest difference is that I am now a wealthy young investor who's taken an interest in Krauss's latest get-rich-quick schemes. Ordinarily, that would be enough to get me anywhere I wanted in the house, but today, during the Ushiromiya conference, secrecy was key. They couldn't let me be seen by the others, or the question might come up: "Oh, Krauss, are you so in the read that you have to entertain your money-men, today, of all days?" On the other hand, they couldn't stash me away in the boiler room, either. Luckily, the manor was pretty huge; plenty of extra rooms offered space to receive guests.

The only problem with this setup, of course, was that it really meant meeting with Krauss more than it did Natsuhi. Nothing against the guy... I love him, as I love all of them... but I don't want to fuck him. He's a little older than Natsuhi, blond or maybe brown, with an expensive red suit and broad shoulders. His face usually looks a little sour, but when it comes to business, he's a kid: he likes the atmosphere and to feel like he's a part of something. I need to find a way to get Krauss away before I can progress. At least I know Natsuhi won't leave me alone with her hubby. Even if she won't admit it to herself, she doesn't trust him not to fuck this up...

"Mister Player is a young man with big dreams, Natsuhi! Where the others only see red tape and obstacles, Player sees past that, to the future!" Krauss announced; the blonde man stood up to his feet, doing all my work for me. "He understands that investment breeds success!"

I didn't quite have the same success in mind that he did, but I did understand and appreciate the idea of investing with the promise of miraculous returns. This scenario ought to be a great way to power up my Pink Trigger.

Across the table, seated further away on the couch from her husband than a lovebird might be expected to, Natsuhi clasped one hand to her head. She was dressed in her typical garment, an aristocratic purple gown with a broach-pendant. Her hair was tied up and away in a ponytail and her milky, olive-colored eyes drifted shut from time to time, showing the pain she felt. Ah... She's got a headache already. I found myself wanting to kiss it away right now...

It's clear she wants to speak up, but Krauss told her not to support him and sit there. She's not supposed to talk to me unless spoken to. Where does that put me?