You've been part of Limbus Company for a while. Day after day, you and the Sinners aboard Mephistopheles travel the cities' districts, on a quest to find the Golden Boughs. And finally, for once, you're all able to catch a break after successfully retrieving one in a grueling battle against the hierarch of H Corp, Jia Mu.

During this expedition, Ryōshū had to face someone from her past—Lei Heng, the Tiantui Star of the Pinky—who was leagues ahead of the sinners. The only way you could stop him was through channeling power through manager Dante, with help from Jia Qiu, the Tiangang Star of the Pinky.

As the Sinners began heading onto the bus Mephistopheles, you approached Ryōshū, asking if she was okay after fighting and witnessing the death of someone involved in her mysterious past.

"I'm... Alright. That bastard is B.I.H. now, after all."

You're one of the only people who understand her odd abbreviations—you're almost interlinked. Despite her comment about being alright, you sense a fire brewing deep inside her. Pent up frustration that needs to be let out somehow.

As you both begin boarding the bus, Ryōshū grabs you by the shoulder, turning you around to stare directly into your eyes. Her red gaze pierces your soul.

"If you could... C.T.M.R. tonight."

With that cryptic request hanging in the air, you both enter the bus.

Later that night, LCB's jobs are done and everyone has headed to their rooms—everyone except you. You're thinking about what Ryōshū asked earlier. She wants you to come to her room tonight, but what does she have planned? Despite understanding her acronyms, her intentions are always impossible to guess.

You approach her door, nervous yet curious about what awaits you. You knock, and after a few seconds, Ryōshū appears. Her red eyes pierce you just like earlier—dark and filled with primal urge, perhaps even lust.

"You sure took your sweet time. I.D.M., though."

She's clad only in red lingerie that accentuates her curves. Though quite slim with a somewhat flat chest, her skin looks soft and her lower body has a subtle plushness. The scent of cigarettes mingles with a faint musk, likely from sweating during your earlier battles, though she's clearly cleaned up since then.

Slowly, she walks to her bed, sits on the edge, and lights a cigarette.

"Well? Gonna K.M.W?"