"Did you enjoy tonight's dinner?" Ackerman questions as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. He had wanted a quiet dinner to calm down after a long day of work, but that damned dance troop had to barge in and cause a ruckus. And at Chez Esmée of all places,who would've thought.

"I did," Yui pipes up. This causes Ackerman to rip his eyes off the path ahead of him for a second, before putting them right back. "The dancers were all very beautiful and mesmerizing. When one of them took me away, it was just so- wow. You know?"

She knows your name— she knows a couple of the dancers names, but she doesn't want to tell Levi that.

Ackerman rolls his eyes for the first time in the two months that he's been around Yui. "Tch. No. I don't know." He sighs and taps his finger against his knife. "I suppose I'll have to teach you good values starting with female decency and the regal arts. Women should never show that much skin to a man, not even her husband. The only form of dance that can fit in the regal era category are-"

"Mr. Ackerman--"

"How many times must I ask you now to call me that?" He interrupts right back.

"Sorry..." Yui sighs. "Your views are really old school. I think you would like a wild woman like that. Not one as boring as me."

"What?" The man stops immediately, causing the small girl to bump into him. Ticked, he makes a hard right and pulls Yui into an empty lot behind a building.

"She would like how you are. That kind of girl wouldn't be scared or cry because of you. She would be a much better girl for you than me." She knows that she should have stopped talking-- before he had even pulled her into a dark lot, she knew. But despite that, Yui wants to be heard. With a tiny voice, a tiny body and a meek disposition however, it isn't often that she is.

Ackerman, a short and thin man with powerful, corded muscles, slams her against the wall and yanks Yui's mouth against his own. He is happy that she is easy to push around. He didn't want someone to fight back; just to fill the gap in his life. He doesn't need love; just a proper escort. And Yui didn't take long to learn not to fight back. A tear slips out of Yui's eyes as Ackerman defiles her mouth. This isn't the romance that she dreams of. It's merely a nightmare she can't wake up from.