"B-b-but, what if someone sees us?"

"No one comes into the library this late, Alice," Anon replies.

"Y-y-yeah, I suppose I'm just a bit... nervous."

"If you aren't sure, we can do this some other time," Anon says. He turns away to leave, when he feels a gentle tug.

Its Shanghai. Shanghai is holding on to his sleeve. Is she blushing?

"But dolls can't blush," Anon thinks as he turns to face the doll. The doll gently tugs Anon's sleeve back towards Alice. He lets the doll lead him back to where she is standing.

"I-i-its fine if its with you," Alice whispers.

She blushes bright red as she looks down. She seems determined, despite herself.

Anon takes a deep breath as he grasps her hands tight. For a moment, Alice resists by reflex, but she gives in as soon as he locks his lips with hers. Lost in the moment, Anon greedily motions his tongue forward. Alice is surprisingly receptive to this, and soon their lips are intertwined in an odd dance. The kiss becomes gradually more aggressive as Alice begins to take the initiative. Now, it is her tongue that is exploring Anon's mouth, searching every crevice, every corner.

Anon opens his eyes in surprise as he feels Alice's hand lead his to her chest. Alice notices his stare and blushes, but she doesn't push his hand away. In fact, she continues leading his hand so it can have better access and manueverability. He didn't expect her to be so forward. Their kiss continues to increase in intensity as he delicately caresses her through her dress.

"Crash!"

The two break away from each other at the sound. They quickly turn to the source of the sound.

A broken bottle of wine is laying on the ground. The liquid flows along the cracks on the ground. It somehow reminds Anon of blood.

He looks up to find Marisa, face aghast. She is still somehow holding two wine glasses with her other hand. Her knees are shaking. Her eyes are damp with tears. Her mouth is quivering.

The three stand in shock for what seems like an eternity.