Chocolate

“This way you can see and keep your privacy,” Felipe gestured toward the chairs.

“Thanks,” Eric said, as humbly as possible, “I'm Eric. Kitten knows my name very well, so there's no need to fuss over me." Eric didn't expect to be called Sir all night long.

Felipe looked down at Kitten and smiled. “As you wish, Lord Eric,” he said, and left to join the other guests.

Eric sat down in one of the velvet chairs and stroked Kitten's hair, while she settled quietly on the floor beside him. She had followed him through the crowd on her arms and knees, carefully guarding her wounded shoulder. Eric sighed deeply as he stroked her hair, comforting both of them. He didn't want things to be this complicated, but the time for wishes had passed.

Suddenly, Eric heard the "jingle" of a bell, and a petite Asian girl with jet-black hair and almond-shaped eyes caught his attention. She crawled slowly on her hands and knees, but a quick glance showed that the hesitant movement was imperative. The othe