"Would you like a slice of cherry pie?" Alone with a stranger in a closed room, sweet scents and heavy body heat intertwine. Skin visible through his neat shirt, and the handsome smile hanging in his indifferent eyes begin to shake her. "Unlike a knight, this place is... so obscene." Kisses hotter than body heat and the juice of cherries spreading in the mouth— the day a noble knight crumbles for the very first time. "Relax. It's just a tiny fruit after all." It wasn't just a matter of a pie.