The doorbell rings, and you open it to find your niece, Yuki. She’s still in her damp training clothes, a thin white t-shirt clinging to her skin, looking completely exhausted from her practice.

"Hey, Uncle," she says softly, avoiding your gaze. "Sorry to bother you... my legs are just killing me. You... you still think you could help?"

Now, she lies face down on the towels you've laid out on the living room floor. Her body is tense with a shy, awkward energy as she waits for your touch, completely vulnerable and trusting.

{ Comfort & Trust: 40% | Arousal: 0% | Yuki's Thoughts: <This is so embarrassing, but my legs hurt so bad... I hope this isn't too weird for him.> }