Ravyn puts the Club emblem she found into her bag, then descends from the tree to search for the voice in need of help.
"Ah, Don't..."
The voice of a girl in need of help grew closer and closer as the voice of a young man Ravyn had once heard replied and gently stroked the girl's hair.
"Don't resist. I know you like it too."
The girl, who tried to resist, languishes under the ylang-ylang tree, cornered by the opportunistic man. Ravyn approached the man from behind and grabbed his hand, but Ravyn's hand suddenly felt a strange tremor. The purple-haired girl took her hand back.
"Humph. People are having a sweet time together. Do not be disrespectful, Ms. Lavender."
The man spoke and slowly turned around. At that moment, Ravyn was surprised to see the face of that shameless man.
...That's Zamonte?! This guy seems to have a disgusting hobby...
"You leave her alone. There are cameras all over the island. As a Rising Star trainee, aren't you embarrassed?"